Nightmares

I awoke that next morning to the sounds of movement outside to my left. Internally my brain recognised that the sounds of footsteps had some kind of negative implication for me, but as it was I was far too drowsy to form any kind of coherent thought at that point. My eyes fluttered open, drooping heavily due to the absolute horror of being awake at such an inhumane hour of the morning. Unfortunately I was immediately distracted by the ridiculously gorgeous sleeping guy lying with his arms wrapped around me.

As someone who knows how terrible she looks when she's asleep I found it particularly unfair that someone who was already as god-like as Caden could look that good when he was asleep. He just looked so...serene, peaceful. It made him actually look like the sixteen year old he was, I guess Caden being as sensible and mature as he was I regularly forgot he was just as young as I was. In his sleep his grip on me had tightened and he had unconsciously pulled me in closer to him, so close in fact that his even breaths were brushing against the top of my head as I lay against his chest. The steady drumming of his heart under my ear was so soothing that it almost lulled me back to sleep, until I heard the footsteps getting closer and closer to us.

It was like a switch had been flicked on in my brain and suddenly I understood what the movement outside meant, that someone was coming towards me. I instantly snapped out my creepy, stalkerish, Caden-induced daze and sat up as fast as I could, making sure not to wake Caden in the process. I dove across to the other side of the tent where I had left my knives and quickly grabbed onto two of them, instinctively holding them out in front of me in anticipation.

And I waited...and waited...and waited...and yet nothing happened. Nobody came in trying to kill me, nobody materialised out of the darkness, no terrible beast came clawing at the door. Nothing. And yet I could still hear movement coming from outside. Eventually I couldn't take the not knowing any longer and crawled my way over to the door of the tent. Peeking out cautiously I couldn't see anyone but I pretty much had a heart attack at the sound of someone's voice to my left.

"Damn, I was going to give Rhoades the next watch," Jett said as he turned around a corner and came into my line of sight, 'What are you doing up?"

I needed a few seconds to remember how to breathe, "You should not sneak up on people like that, I just about had a coronary thanks to you." I took a deep breath, letting my heart attempt to regain a somewhat normal rhythm, "And like I could sleep with you stomping around out here. You'd think there was a freaking stampede going on."

He chuckled a little, "Oh, I missed having you around."

I took a step out of the tent and immediately regretted it. It was bloody freezing, and the wind hitting me was so icy I instantly started shivering. At some point it must have rained because once again the forest floor had been transformed into a wintery paradise. If there hadn't been a serious risk of frostbite I would have jumped in the snow and made a snow angel, it was that pretty.

"When did it rain?" I asked as I sat down near the remainders of what had been last night's fire, the embers still giving off a little warmth.

"About twenty minutes after you fell asleep," Jett said as he came and sat down next to me, "It was absolutely bucketing. I've never seen so much rain fall in such a small period of time. It only rained for about an hour but by the time it stopped it was so cold that it all immediately froze over."

"Well it is the winter day, what did you expect, a nice summer shower?"

"Hey, you're not allowed to be patronising, you didn't even realise the arena was seasonal, remember?" He teased, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

Damn...I'd forgotten about that. Why was he actually so much smarter than I gave him credit for?

"So what did you get up to on your amazing solo adventure?" He asked, popping a berry into his mouth in the process.

I groaned, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was maddening just how little I accomplished. I didn't do anything, or see anyone. Wait- Oh, except I teamed up with Davion for a small period of time."

"You teamed up with Davion?" Jett queried, almost choking on his berry in surprise, which was so damn funny I had to stop for a second to laugh, "As in mysterious, district nine Davion that we can't seem to figure out?"

I laughed at his amazing description, "Yeah, one and the same. Mind you he's not quite so mysterious anymore. And we were wrong about him; he's actually a really good guy. He spoke highly of you by the way." I said with a wink, to which Jett only looked more surprised.

"Let me make sure we're talking about the same person," he asked again, 'I'm talking about the tall, scary guy with that huge scar on his face. You're really going to tell me he's not as scary as he looks?"

"He's not," I confirmed, "Not at all. And at this point he is absolutely no threat to us."

"So how did you get separated?"

I sighed, "We didn't get separated. We talked for a while last night while we ate, then I went to sleep. When I woke up he was gone. End of story."

"He shouldn't have just abandoned you," Jett said, looking like he took Davion's desertion personally.

"I think it was smart of him," I murmured, remembering everything Davion had said to me.

"How so?"

"Well...he liked me," I started to explain but Jett looked so startled, and suddenly possessive, at that comment that I had to clarify, "Not like that, just in an 'I-like-you-enough-that-I-don't-want-to-viciously-murder-you' kind of way."

Jett's face calmed a little and he looked kind of embarrassed at having reacted so jealously, "Ok, that makes a bit more sense."

I glared at him playfully, "What, are you saying that you would have been surprised if he had had feelings for me?" No harm in getting him in a little trouble while I could.

I could have almost sworn that I saw him blush a little, but I bet if you had asked him he would have said it was just the firelight on his face, "I...You know that's not what I meant...But no...It wouldn't have surprised me. It would never surprise me that anyone would fall for you."

Well take note all, if any of you were looking for the best way to successfully kill a conversation, that was it.

I had absolutely nothing to say in response but luckily for me Jett regained his normal charisma and cool in a few moments.

"Well come on, you can't just cut off mid story. Keep explaining." He smiled at me in such a warm, friendly way that it was easy to pretend those last few lines had never happened and just look at my friend again, rather than seeing a gorgeous guy who unfortunately saw me in a slightly more romantic light.

"Davion...right." I said, getting myself back on track, "Like I said, I think he liked me and it scared him. He didn't want to spend any more time with me in case he started to like me enough that he liked me in an 'I-like-you-enough-that-I-can't-viciously-murder-you' kind of way, which would just complicate everything for him. I don't blame him for wanting to keep his focus on his own self preservation. It makes sense. It's smart."

Jett looked away from me for a few silent moments, the firelight highlighting the planes of his face as it became more serious.

"Do you wish you'd been as smart? Do you wish you'd never befriended either of us?" He said softly as he looked back at me, his voice sincere.

"Yes...and no," I couldn't help but hear as my voice caught on the words, "Sometimes I wish I'd listened to Rubin when he warned me away from you," that made Jett smile a little but he didn't interrupt, "It would have made everything so much easier. Because when I think about losing either of you..."I couldn't actually verbalise how I felt but even I could hear the pain in my voice which made how I felt pretty obvious, "But on the other hand after spending, what was it, a little more than a day without you two, I don't think mentally I could have coped on my own for so long." I gave a small laugh, "And I definitely would have physically died a long time ago."

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit," Jett replied, looking me straight in the eye, "You've already done much better than you originally thought you would. Take some pride in it."

I looked at him and gave a very small, pathetic laugh, "It's hard to be proud of anything that required the deaths of fourteen other kids."

"So don't take pride in their deaths," Jett clarified, "Be proud that you're still alive."

I sighed, wishing that I had such a positive outlook on myself as he did, "I'm trying to. It's just hard, especially when I keep seeing them, over and over."

"Them?"

"All the other tributes, all the ones who have died. Whenever I go to sleep, they're there, haunting me. Just another reminder of what I've done, of who I've turned into." I wrapped my arms around my knees and leaned forward, trying to conserve as much body heat as I could.

"Me too," Jett said as his head dropped, "It's crazy how vividly I remember everything. It's like it's burned into the back of my mind. Like I'll never quite forget everything that's happened."

"Maybe you won't," I suggested pessimistically, "It's not like we haven't seen other victors who never really get over their games." I managed to refrain myself from saying 'Like Haymitch.'

"Well, if the district one legacy sticks with me I should be just fine," he added, sounding uncharacteristically satirical, "All the rest of the past district one victors have been as happy as ever after winning their games. Why not me?" He snickered, as if in disgust.

I gently put my hand on his shoulder, "You're hardly the stereotypical district one tribute. I think that crown fell on Velvet's head rather than yours."

He smiled a little at that, "I think your right. Well there was always going to be someone who went crazy, I probably should have guessed it would be her."

"I think she just went crazy in love, rather than all outright mental. Just should feel guilty," I teased.

He glared at me playfully, "There's a difference between love and obsession, and I think Velvet crossed that line. I really don't see what her deal was, I mean it's not like I ever led her on or anything."

"Maybe not intentionally, but you'd be surprised what you can pull off with those big brown eyes of yours, Emerson," I batted my eyelashes at him dramatically, "I'm sure she was all yours with nothing more than one glance. Blondes like Velvet eat up that stuff."

"Just Blondes hey?" he asked mischievously, and I immediately regretted joking around with this topic area.

"Unfortunately. We brunettes are cursed with rationality, so all that flirtatious crap doesn't work quite as well on us," I hoped that was clean enough of any undesirable topics to manage to change the subject matter of this conversation, "You wouldn't get it, you're a blonde."

"And proud of it," he said with a huge smile, but that impish gleam was still in his eyes that had me a little bit concerned he might bring up aforementioned undesirable topics again. So I quickly stalled.

"You should probably go get some sleep," I said as I held my hands out above the dying embers of the fire, "If I'm awake I might as well keep watch."

As if on cue Jett yawned, "Fine. But seriously tell Rhoades not to let us sleep in for too long. I just have this feeling that things are going to start to pick up soon and I don't want to be asleep for it."

"I'll make him promise to wake you at the crack of dawn," I said with a half-grin.

He winced, "Okay not quite that early."

I laughed at him, 'Goodnight Jett."

"'Night." And with that he disappeared inside the tent.

Have I ever said just how much I hated keeping watch? Yes? Well I'm going to say it again, I hated having to keep watch. One, it was freaking freezing, like literally below zero degrees. I was sitting in snow for so long that I genuinely thought I had lost all feeling in my legs for a while there. Secondly, I was tired, I had had like three hours of sleep and they weren't even peaceful hours either. I was so tired my eyelids felt like they were made of lead and my head kept drooping down. Several times I swear I did actually fall asleep for a few seconds before I managed to pry my eyes back open again. And thirdly, once again, nothing happened. It was getting to the point where I was hoping a career would burst through the trees near me simply so I had something to do. Despite the fact that Davion had abandoned me in the middle of the night, he at least didn't make me watch over him while he was sleeping, which I now was extremely grateful for.

The next thing I remembered was the feeling of someone gently shaking me awake, which of course made my eyes immediately shoot open. Caden stood over me, smiling knowingly with that gorgeous half smile I loved so much. In my half asleep-state it was easy to simply get dazed just looking at him, fully taking in how breathtakingly good looking he was, even in this dim light, before I realised just what it was that was making him smile at me in such an amused way.

"Oh crap!" I groaned, "I fell asleep again didn't I..."

He laughed lightly at me, his voice echoing in though the still air surrounding us, "Don't worry, once again no one died, so it's no biggie."

"I'm really sorry," I gushed apologetically, "I swear normally I'm not this much of a heavy sleeper. I guess just being in here is getting so draining mentally and physically..."

"Seriously it's okay. I think we've all fallen asleep while guarding at least once, you've just had the infortune of being caught out twice."

I grinned at him, "Then perhaps I should just work on hiding it better rather than actually staying awake, huh?"

"Exactly," he said with a nod, "But you can go and actually get some sleep now, I can keep watch."

I shook my head, "I don't want to. I mean I'm so tired that I feel like I'm about to pass out...but I don't want to go sleep. I'm afraid...of what I'll see."

He gave me a compassionate look, "Don't worry, I get it. Better than you'd know."

I frowned a little, "You haven't been having nightmares have you?"

He gave me an impish grin, "Just because some of us aren't as quite as dramatic while sleeping as you doesn't mean we're not dreaming just as vividly."

I glowered at him, "It's not like I try to thrash around in my sleep."

"What was it about," he asked lightly, "the dream? What happened?"

I was kind of hesitant to give him a reply, you know, since it was in fact about him killing himself in front of me.

"What makes you ask?" I queried, in a really pathetic attempt to dodge his question.

He shrugged, "No real reason. Just wondering how similar to mine yours were I guess."

It was silent for a few seconds, but he kept looking at me with that calm, persistent gaze that seemed to say, 'I'm waiting...' I sighed, trying to figure out how to phrase this so it didn't come across as me saying, 'I dream about you-literally.'

"You're not going to be one of those people who listens to my dreams then gives me a full psychoanalysis on what it means and what my subconscious is trying to tell me or crap like that are you?"

He smirked at me, "I don't think my dream interpretation skills are quite good enough for a full psychoanalytical response, so you don't have to worry."

I took a deep breath before beginning. "Well basically I was tied to a tree," I said, trying to withhold enough of the truth without actually lying, "And lying in a pile in front of me was all the tributes that had already died, each splattered with blood and looking pale and lifeless. And one by one all of the remaining tributes died in front of me and there was nothing left I could do. Finally the only people left alive we me and Angora, and she slowly made her way over to me...and she killed me," I sighed, "That was about when I woke up."

"I think the traumatic sleeping was definitely justifiable then," Caden admitted.

"Even if I woke you up?" I asked with a half grin.

"I'm glad you woke me up. One it meant I could snap you out of your nightmare, and two, I didn't have to see the outcome of mine."

"What were you dreaming about?" I inquired, trying to sound nonchalant, and failing.

He hesitated, "It was strange...not quite as vivid as the standard kind of nightmares, but in some ways, more terrifying."

He looked almost lost in thought for a few seconds, so I thought I better drag him back to reality, "Go on..."

He turned back to look at me, his eyes locked unwaveringly with mine, "I was standing on the edge of a cliff, standing with my toes so far off the tip of the rock that if I had shifted my weight ever so slightly I would have fallen. And it felt amazing, exhilarating, to feel how balanced I was. The air was eerily still, there was literally no wind pushing against me. The only thing keeping me from tumbling to my death was myself."

I couldn't quite see where he was going with this but I was too intrigued to stop him.

"You were there too you know," he said, blushing ever so slightly as he looked at me bashfully, "Only there was two of you. One of you was standing only a few metres behind me, back where it was safe and there was no chance of falling. You were whispering to me, enticing me, pleading with me to back away from the cliff's edge, to come back over to safe ground. But the second you was down in the chasm, at the bottom of the drop, and was shouting at me to jump, to come join you down below where there I wouldn't have to worry about falling anymore, there would be nothing more to harm me down below. The two different voices both sounded so appealing, I couldn't chose which one I wanted to follow. I even looked down at the huge, empty void below me, testing myself, seeing whether or not I could actually do it, could actually jump."

"Did you?" I had to ask, while I may not have been for the whole psychoanalysis of dreams, I didn't have to be a shrink to see that dreaming about jumping off a cliff was some sort of negative cognitive sign.

"I don't know," he said calmly, "I was woken by the sound of someone tossing and turning before I saw which way I went."

"Well then I guess you should thank me," I said as I smiled at him, "I save you from making some huge, subconscious decision."

"You know how I could thank you? By letting you get some sleep," he said as he sat down next to me, "Seriously, you need it. We all have to be prepared for whatever mayhem is going to befall us in the next couple of days, and that means being able to keep our eyes open."

My face hardened over a bit, "It's not that simple...while I'm trying to sleep I freak out so much about the prospect of what I'll see when I close my eyes that I become so stressed I can only drift off when exhaustion completely overrides my neurosis. Then of course I'm so exhausted and anxious that I have nightmares, it's a vicious, unending cycle. Maybe if I just cut sleep out altogether it will end."

He sighed, "How about you just sleep here with me? That way if I see that your obviously distressed I can wake you up."

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Its kinda cold out here."

He wrapped his left arm out around me and pulled me in towards him, "Not right here it's not."

I couldn't help but smile at him, feeling his warmth radiating off his skin. I shoved over closer to him and rested my head against his shoulder, trying to focus on nothing but his hold around me and attempting to calm my racing heartbeat back down to a healthy level.

If this had been a couple of days ago, it would have been so easy, so simple to just fall asleep in him arms, but now I was so aware of his presence, so sure that this was Caden who was holding me so gently, that I simply couldn't put it out of my mind. I could hear every single one of his breaths; feel his pulse beating from beneath his skin, and being so acutely aware of him as I was I was also terribly nervous. I think at least twenty minutes had passed, and while my eyes were shut and from the outside I imagined I looked like I had fallen asleep, my brain was wired on the feel of Caden near me that I had almost no chance of falling asleep. And that very slim chance quickly deteriorated.

I suddenly felt the soft touch of Caden's fingertips brushing against my hair, every strand that he touched feeling like it had been charged with electricity. His fingertips then moved down, breezing across the line of my jaw with a feather-light touch. My skin tingled where his hands lingered, and I desperately hoped that the cold was enough to hide to burning flush that I could feel coming to my face. My lips parted ever so slightly under his caress, and I felt myself longing to open my eyes and see the tender look in his eyes I knew would be there. But I couldn't, I was supposed to be asleep, that's why this was happening, he thought I was asleep and beyond any recognition of the outside world.

Then before I knew it, his lips were pressed ever so faintly against mine, a kiss so light that I wasn't even one hundred percent sure it was really happening. But at the same time, it took all my self restraint to throw my arms around his neck and let myself be lost in his kiss. How was it possible that such a small physical connection could ignite so much within me? How could I feel every single ounce of emotion pouring out of him, even when he didn't know I was awake? And then as soon as they had come, they were gone, and he simply went back to softly stroking my hair.

Once the initial shock of what had just happened wore off me I managed to focus in on the feel of his touch on my hair, and soon enough it settled into such a soft, soothing motion that my nerves and anxiety just ebbed away, and I managed to peacefully drift off to sleep.

Unfortunately, this was the sentence I woke up to that next morning.

"Well this is cosy."

Jett had said it as he had emerged out of the tent, just as the sun was beginning to emerge from behind the horizon on the twelfth day of the fifty-eight hunger games. My eyes immediately snapped open and I shot up into a sitting position, so that my head was no longer rested in Caden's shoulder. I quickly turned around and was going to quickly begin rambling, but luckily for me Caden was in a much more coherent state of mind than I was.

"Eora fell asleep on her watch," Caden said, releasing me from his grasp and shrugging his shoulders at the same time, "She was so comatose I could barely wake her, but thought perhaps you wouldn't want her to die of hyperthermia."

"Right," Jett said, sounding sceptical. But he quickly got over it as he broke further away from the tent, "Shit it is really freezing out here. You think they'd be able to meet us halfway just once, but nope. Always so melodramatic with the weather."

I laughed at him, and quickly formed a makeshift snowball and pelted it at him, hitting him scare in the forehead, "But at least it provides for some entertainment."

Jett began frantically trying to wipe all the snow out of his face before turning around and glaring at me, "I'm going to pretend you didn't just do that, because I am the reigning district one snowball fighting champion and you do not want to take me on."

In all reality, I did want to take him on, but I was also wary of the fact that it was freaking freezing and I didn't really have clothes to spare if I got these ones drenched. So instead I gave him a mock bow before saying, "My deepest apologies, oh high and mighty champion."

He grinned, "See. This is the kind of respect I should always be shown."

Caden rolled his eyes before getting up and walking over to the packs.

"All the water was frozen overnight," he said blandly, "I'll have to go look for some running water, though I'll doubt I'll find any."

"Do you need me to come with you?" I asked, getting up as I did, which earned me a frown from Jett.

"No, I'll be fine. I won't be longer than twenty minutes."

"Yeah I've heard that before," I said under my breath, obviously loud enough though that Caden heard me.

"Twenty minutes, I promise," he said with a heartfelt smile before turning around and heading out into the forest. I couldn't help but watch as he disappeared into the distance, unable to keep the smile off my face as I remembered the way he had held me last night and the way his fingers had so lightly brushed against my skin. However my musing was interrupted from Jett talking from behind me.

"I don't believe it," he said, sounding confounded, "you're falling for him."

I whipped around to face him in an instant.

"What?" I defended quickly, "That's crazy, I am not."

"Oh please," he said heatedly, "I'm not nearly as blind as either of you. First the snuggling up to him, then the wanting to go with him and make sure he's safe, now the ogling him as he walks off." Jett looked almost physically disgusted as he talked, "I can't believe you fell for all that crap. I can't believe you've fallen for him period."

I looked away from him, and turned back to one of the packs near me, trying to make myself look busy.

"Don't be stupid."

"Don't tell me I'm the one being stupid. I'm not the one who's convinced herself she has feelings for someone when really she doesn't."

I shook my head dismissively.

"You're just overreacting," I said defensively, "You're just exaggerating because...you know..."

"Look," Jett looked like he was searching for the right words to use, "Just...try not to think of me as 'the other guy' but as your friend here. Everything you're feeling for him...it's just all amplified by like a hundred times compared to what you're actually feeling. Your emotions are heightened and intensified by all the stress, anxiousness and nerves. It's this environment, not you."

I couldn't look him in the eye. How could I explain this to him when I could barely understand it myself? But he was wrong, undeniably, unquestionably wrong. I loved Caden; I had proven it to myself dozens of times by now, last night for example. And whatever I felt for Jett was different, don't ask me how, don't ask me why, it just was different. But I had no chance of ever getting that across to him, so instead I went for the obvious defence. Like they always say, the best defence is a good offence.

I looked down at my toes before talking, "Can't you think of another situation that your theory might apply to?"

He shook his head quickly, "You and I, we're different. You've only ever known me in here, or at the training centre. Any judgements you've made of me were made from everything you've seen about me rather than the things you already knew about me. Caden...you've known him for heaven knows how long and if you didn't care about him then than you shouldn't change that simply because we're in here and there's that constant little rain cloud above your head that won't let you forget you could very easily be dead any minute."

I frowned a little in confusion before I remembered just how little Jett knew about my life from before the games. With him being as safe and comfortable as he was it was easy to settle in and forget that we came from completely different worlds, and that I hadn't known him for half as long as I felt like I had. He wasn't from district twelve, he didn't know that I'd never met Caden before he volunteered for me.

"If you must know," I said looking down at my toes, "The first time I had ever said a word to Caden was about twenty-four hours before I first spoke to you."

He looked stunned, "What? You had never met before this?"

I couldn't say anything; I just nodded my head a little as I continued to avoid eye-contact.

"A couple of weeks? The way you look at him...I thought I was years behind..." he looked off and quickly ran a hand through his already very messy hair before turning back to me, "Weeks? How could you...after so little time?" He sounded genuinely confounded by this new revelation.

I didn't want to be any greater part of this conversation so I quickly had to think of some way to put some distance in between us so that hopefully all of us could just forget that this had ever happened.

"Look, chances are Caden's not going to be able to find any running water," I said quickly, "So we're probably going to have to melt down some if we want to have anything to drink. So I'm going to go attempt to find some dry firewood to use. You stay here and mind everything, I'll be back in a sec." I quickly turned away and started walking before he had any time to stop me.

"Eora wait-" he called out after me but I had no intention of stopping.

Eventually I got to a clearing far enough away from him that I finally stopped and took a deep breath. I didn't want to hurt Jett, that had never been my plan, but I didn't know how to explain to him something that I didn't even fully understand myself. I felt that seemingly familiar stab of guilt in my stomach as I thought about how he must be feeling right now, but there was nothing I could do about any of it. I had never asked for him to care about me, just like I had never intended to fall for Caden. These things are just out of our control, sometimes there's just nothing we can do about it.

Once I had taken a few deep breaths I managed to regain some of my composure. Looking around the clearing I realised that my excuse for bailing on Jett had actually been a legitimate one. If Caden didn't find any water we were going to need a fire, so I fixed myself on trying to rip off some of the wetter layers of bark on some of the trees so I could get down to the drier layers. It was strangely therapeutic; do be doing such a menial task. It was easy to forget about everything else around you and just focus on what you were doing. As it turned out, that probably didn't help me in this situation.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a twig snapping behind me, and my heart rapidly thumped in my chest. I turned around as fast as I could, just in time to see two huge, strong outstretched hands wrap around my throat, crushing my windpipe and I was hoisted up into the air and pressed against the trunk of the tree. As the flow of oxygen quickly began to be cut from my brain, one single name came immediately to my mind.

Angora.

A/N: Dun, Dun, Dun...

I realise that was evil, but after a couple of very light on chapters you guys needed a big cliff-hanger. Anyways that was a pretty light, fluffy chapter for you, but brace yourselves because the next few are going to be biggies.

Anyways, thank you to those of you who yelled at me for being over my deadline, but really two days behind schedule is incredibly good for me. However I'm not going to give myself a deadline for the next chapter because I have a hell of a lot of work right now and I don't want to have to rush the next chapter. SO you guys can expect the next update to be in a few weeks, depending on how busy I am.

As a little side note, I would once again like to encourage you all to go and check out TOB, our amazing 24tributes24authors story. Seriously if any of you are looking for something to read go check it out because all the tributes are phenomenal and all the authors are super talented. And, as a bonus, my tribute is still alive! For anyone who's interested I have the D10 female Aleah Armani and she is going surprisingly well so far. So yeah I seriously recommend it to any of you with free time, I realise it's a huge story but it is worth reading.

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