Music was once such a part of my life. The best part. The one part the Red Marsh King could never touch. I forget how much we’ve lost.
The Hotel at the End of the World – Book Two – Prologue – LAUREN MILLER


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ON
Lauren’s Playlist
All our lives have playlists. Songs that were with us in our moments of weakness. They rocked our world when we loved, and when our hearts were broken, they mopped up our tears.
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Lauren is no different. And like all of us, the very best of these, the ones that meant the most or were more a memory than a song, she saved in a playlist.

I didn’t know why, but my smile slipped. I threw on a black hoody and zipped it up. For some reason, it felt like giving in.
THe RED MARSH KING – CHAPTER 4 – LAUREN MILLER
And I was almost okay with that.

When I was fourteen years old, music shaped me. It dressed me. Moulded how I thought. Who I fancied. It bloodied my nose and gave me a voice. Music and me were inseparable. We still are.
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