This is a work created with lots of love (AND FEELINGS). As I start to post it today, I will post five chapters in a row. From now on, I will update every Wednesday. Please bear in mind that English isn't my native language, but I'm trying my best.

Story: narrativeowl

Art: _afterblossom_

Cover design: _franartz

English translation: Edu (best husband in the whole word, I love you).

English proofreading: fav_littleleaf

Here, have a playlist to cry while you read: /playlist?list=PLjv8UlP2RJ9WBFlfIjaxLPxUhjZy-BAy_

Love, I am working toward the theory that a single truth is enough to right a life, like a candle in a dark room.

It was a thing I knew for certain, Clementine von Radics


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Now or never, he tells himself. Now, before she misinterprets everything.

"If you come with me, for the first time in your life, you will be free."

Eleven's brown eyes never leave him. This is good: he'd rather they stay there instead of wandering around her siblings' corpses.

"Imagine," Henry continues, "what we could do together. We could reshape the world, remake it however we see fit."

Now or never, Henry.

"Join me."