Chloe can feel the rolling waves of the sea, angry beneath her pale skin. The water calls to her, a constant echoing in the back of her head that makes her itch and scratch at her arms. She does not belong with those she claims as friends. Despite the healthy pink hue of her skin, she's as sick and as rotten as Paradise's rift.
Rated: K+ - English - Fantasy/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,006 - Published: 7/28 - Chloe, Rangar