Valentine is unhappy and dreadfully so. But then again, sadness is an emotion, and Valentine does not possess them, as it has been told many times before.
Valentine would be with friends, but it has none, except the pages and books and characters.
Valentine doesn't quite know what it wants to do in life yet. It only knows that it doesn't want to be in this house with the screaming mother and the deathly calm father.
There is water on the book. Valentine doesn't understand where it came from. Something breaks in the bedroom. Valentine's father's voice is still calm. Valentine doesn't care about the breakages and voices anymore because the book is ruined. The book is everything and it has been desecrated, Valentine's secret place ruined.
Like everything else it touches.
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