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Chapter 6:
A woman walked the unpaved streets; a large silk scarf covered her from head to waste. Today the scarf was golden and had purple designs across it. With one arm the woman covered her mouth and played a smile from underneath. Under the scarf she wore white robes, lined with gold, bearing her jeweled midriff. On the end of the other arm a small child held on to her hand, followed by a long group of people wearing the same formal type of clothing.
The child wore purple dress robes and had lost her scarf long ago. Now her flaming red hair lay across her shoulders as she looked around with curiosity for everything. The many items the vendors sold at each stand were a new mystery to be solved and when the train stopped at a stand, she stood on the tips of her toes to peer at what was being sold. A few times she would be able to hold something her mother bought in her hands and she carefully examined the object before politely handing it to a maid. When food was available her small fingers slowly put the item into her mouth and she let the taste settle until she was content enough to swallow it. Her mother stopped often to try on different rich smelling perfumes on and would sometimes let her put some on.
It was when they had left a vendor selling jewels that she first heard it… an explosion in the sky. Everyone in the small alley stopped to peer at the midday sky and up above them lights exploded in various colors, followed by the earth below them trembling.
A second past and time seemed to freeze, and then a woman ahead of them let out a scream. Everyone else seemed to catch the fear and soon many people were screaming and running, while horns from a distant place sounded loudly.
The party the girl was with started to be forcefully separated by the running people. Her mother gripped her hand.
" Ktuo!" her mother yelled above the screaming people to her small child.
Another explosion sounded above them and animals behind them raised up on the back legs, while the carts they carried tipped over, and started to run towards them.
" Ktuo!" Her mother louder now and they started to run.
The girl looked behind them at the quickly approaching stampede and couldn't find another face she knew.
Her mother's scarf flew off her head and she gasped looking up into the sky as it blew away in the breeze.
They kept running but now their hands were both beaded with sweat and started to slip from each other's grip. A man confused by the dust and blinded ran towards them quickly. Her mother tried pulling them out of his path, but it was too late, and the man ran through them middle of the two; the weakened grasp was lost.
Lost, alone, and frightened the child kept running on without her mother and she ran far, past the alleys into the dense forest beyond.
The light was now completely blocked inside the forest and she scrambled for something to hold on to. She lost her shoes in the run into the forest and now rough edged rocks beaded themselves into the soles of her feet. Then she felt the trunk of a tree and hugged it tightly, not letting go.
Sometime later voices called all around her as she cried hopelessly. Her beautiful purple dress robes were now soiled from the dirt and mud, her red hair now tangled. She had wrapped her arms around her legs and with teary eyes looked into the blankness.
A light up ahead made her yelp and it came closer. She started to sob more as she buried her head into her lap.
A warm hand touched hers and the jingling of bracelets could be heard. "Koriand'r?"
"Koriand'r." the voice said gently.
She looked up and saw her mother. Her golden scarf was gone and her long luxurious curly red hair now lay around her shoulders. Worry played across her face but soon vanished as soon as she saw her daughter.
She looked like a beautiful angel as her brilliant smile flashed down at her.
" Mi Starfire." She said standing and holding out her hand to help her daughter rise.
Koriand'r reached her hand out and gently grasped her mothers…
"Kori, Kori, wake up, time to wake up!" a voice said nudging her.
" Go away!" moaned Kori waving a hand.
Mary hit her with a pillow and Kori opened her eyes, " What the hell was that for?"
Mary smiled, " Just trying to bring you back from the dead, here its coffee." She held a red and brown paper cup that said Jo-Jo in her hand. She shook it slightly at Kori's head.
Kori took it and asked, " What time is it?"
" 1:00pm." Mary smiled pointing at the digital alarm clock next to the bed.
" What! I'm late for work!" Kori exclaimed bolting up.
" No Kor you missed work, I got worried when you didn't come in so I came here and found you sleeping, where did you go last night?" Mary asked.
Kori rubbed her forehead and stood up from her bed. On the opposite end of the bed was her red robe, she picked it up, and put it on.
" I went to a nightclub. You know that new one that just opened up in Gotham?" she said lazily walking out of the room and down the duplex stairs.
Mary followed her, " A nightclub? In Gotham?"
Kori nodded while walking into the white tiled kitchen, " Yup."
Mary sat down on the kitchen island stool while Kori rummaged through her refrigerator. She looked at Kori with disbelief and then shrugged it off.
" So I guess you didn't hear?" Mary said.
" Hear what?" Kori asked peeling an orange.
" Kori, Snake Cole was murdered last night." Mary said looking at her.
Kori looked up startled, " What? No, you heard wrong."
" Kori it was on the news this morning." Mary said.
" No it couldn't be, it can't be." Kori said putting a hand on her forehead.
Mary put her hand over Kori's, " Kori are you alright? I thought you'd be more happy about this."
Kori looked up confusedly, " But I, I didn't…how can I be happy about a man's death?"
" I'm sorry." Mary apologized.
Kori nodded stared off into space beyond the ceiling in her kitchen. But I didn't kill him…
Mary continued, " They're saying some woman in black killed him, that she's Gotham's new villain."
Kori stood abruptly from her chair, " But that's not true!"
Mary raised an eyebrow, " How do you know?"
Kori flushed angrily , " Be-because I know, okay?"
" Okay, gosh don't shoot the messenger." Mary said calmly.
Kori sat back down on the stool and slumped over with her head on the island, " I'm sorry Mary… just last night I felt like I haven't for a very long time and it was refreshing, now that feeling is gone.
Mary smiled, " We all have those nights."
Many miles beyond the two-story duplex where Mary and Kori sat, a man in a very imposing business suit walked down the carpeted aisle toward the office of a very powerful man.
Passing many framed portraits that must have cost someone a great deal of money, the man brushed pass many office workers warning him that Mr. Swartz was in a meeting.
The man pushed opened the large oak doors, walked into lavish office and stopped midway towards the desk where Charles sat.
Looking up Charles, who was in a pleasant mood and wore a content smile on his face while talking to the man in front of him, scowled at the abrupt entrance of this new being. The man just stood, hands crossed in front of his torso, ever so gentlemanlike.
Charles stood, " Please excuse me Mr. Dubose, an important issue has just presented itself to me."
Mr. Dubose who was unaware of the Stranger's presence now turned around and was extremely surprised. Except for the suit, this man seemed completely out of place in his surroundings. The Stranger stood before him tall, bold, and bald. A tattoo lay upon the back on his neck, a snake coming out the eye sockets and mouth of a human skull. His folded together fists also had tattoos but with strange markings on them. Both of his ears were pierced from lobe to tip and a scar played lightly across his left eye, his eyes, themselves, were a sedating black.
Charles padded the man's shoulder roughly as Mr. Dubose stood. " Mr. Swartz I assume we will continue our conversation another time perhaps," said he walking towards the door, and as he past the Stranger he tilted his head before putting on his hat and said,
" Sir."
The Stranger nodded and said in rough voice, " Sir."
After the door had shut Charles motioned to a chair in front of the large mahogany desk. The Stranger sat looking intently out the window that lay behind the desk.
Charles sat down, also, and folded his hands then said frustrated, " I believe I told you not to come to this place."
The Stranger layback in the chair lazy, took a toothpick from his jacket pocket, and started the tooth picking process. Then he said in a rough accent, " If you don't mind can you shift over a bit, can't see my reflection"
Charles angrily shifted his chair a few inches and then forcefully asked, " What are you doing here?"
The Stranger didn't answer but kept at his pick, " Always have to see your reflection, it's how you know your head is on."
Charles's eyebrows furrowed, " What are you—."
" Came to collect my pay," cut in the Stranger, " The damn idiot was a pain to get rid of."
Charles unclasped his hands, " Well then you're lucky it's been blamed on someone else's shoulders. I told you you'd get your pay check in the mail."
The Stranger shook his head, " Too risky…I tend to move, you know how it is: one day your killin' and the next in prison." He laughed heartily and then removed the pick from his mouth.
Charles then said, " Fine here I will write you a check now." He opened up a desk drawer to get out a blank check, and then filled it out. Handing it to the Stranger he said, " Here you go."
The Stranger looked at it carefully and held it up to the light, " Hmmm…this doesn't say your name."
Charles smiled, " I am no fool, and just in case this is traced I don't want it lead back to me. I set up a different account, you'll get your money."
The Stranger smiled a toothless smile, " Peaches and cream then, ay?"
Charles smiled a smile also and said, " Yes in fact you did so well with these last two, I have another one for you."
The Stranger crackled, " Who is it this time?"
Charles pointed towards the door, " The man who just left (his name is Mr. Dubose) is starting to have second thoughts about my operation here, says 'it's morally wrong'. I need you to take care of him, we can have no loose ends, this is very critical point: no witnesses."
The Stranger nodded, " That can be arranged…for 200,000 I find it very warrantable."
Charles moved his ballpoint pen through his fingers, " You've raised your price I see."
" You've hired the stakes. This man seems like he's worth a lot; unlike the woman and Cole…he has value, in which I hope to gain from. As a fellow business man I know you can understand my viewpoint," said the Stranger maliciously.
" All right, but as soon as you get the job done, and not a minute before," agreed Charles.
The Stranger stood and nodded, " Be seeing you." He walked towards the oak doors and then turned around, " What would you do if I squealed, huh?"
Charles smiled, laughed, and with a flick of the wrist launched the ballpoint pen tip at him, missing him by an inch the point drove through the oak wood and stuck. "I would find ways to kill you. Call me when it's over."
The Stranger nodded silently then left.
She's alive.
Sitting in a dark cave 10 feet below a lavish mansion with computers surrounding him Richard could think of nothing else but finding Starfire.
After finding out last night that she was in fact living he couldn't sleep, and so he stayed all night in the shadowy cave belonging to The Dark Night and himself, using every possible way to search for her. So far nothing had come up, just the many police reports filed this morning after the murder of Snake Cole.
Had she done it? Could she? No. In his heart that no matter how much she changed she had to still be Starfire inside, and Starfire wouldn't kill anyone. But now, there were two sides to everything: to the situation, to him…to her. As Richard he was joyful that Starfire was alive and apparently here there in Gotham, but as Nightwing there was a new criminal to catch and as Nightwing he had to think about a few things:
First of all he couldn't just give her the benefit of the doubt and assume that she hadn't killed this man because it was still a possibility and the police were now after her for murder. But on the other hand if she was innocent then someone framed her, who and why?
Second if it was in fact Starfire under this mask, how would he be able to talk to her? She seemed…angry last night. Something was different about her eyes…more hurt was there.
" Richard," said a voice behind him.
Bruce stood tall in a suit that had been especially tailored for him. He looked worn from a long day of work and looked at Richard hesitantly. Alfred stood beside him devotedly as usual and showed some interest in the situation.
" You've been there all night and all day today, I think it's time you got some rest," suggested Bruce.
" I can't she's alive Bruce, I have to find her." Richard said desperately looking back at the monitors in front of him.
A hand squeezed his shoulder, " Richard you don't know that it is truly her, and if that was so, she's a criminal."
Richard shook his head and threw off Bruce's hand, " Starfire would never murder someone!"
Bruce leaned himself against the base of the panel and looked at Richard sternly, " How do you even know? Starfire obviously has changed, Richard, she let you believe she was dead for 15 years. Now she reappears in Gotham, injures you, and jumps off a roof top; she doesn't seem like the woman you knew."
Richard stared at the monitors, " You would do the same, admit it."
" I wouldn't be so blind sighted and arrogant!" Bruce yelled angrily.
" Oh yes I forgot you are the almighty Bruce Wayne, you can never be wrong about anything, can you! I know, I know that she might not be the woman I loved anymore, but despite the lies she's told, I still love her and will always love her!" Richard shouted. He slumped over in his chair with a hand on his forehead. " I know, okay?"
Bruce stood and walked away towards the stairs, " If you do find her keep what I said in mind." Then left silently.
Richard took a few deep breaths and then turned back to his work.
" You are more like him than you know." Said Alfred coming to stand next to him.
Richard chuckled, " Oh really? Then why can't we get along better then?"
Alfred grinned, " The young and the old have different views of how life should be lived, no matter the commonalties. When Master Bruce first came back to Gotham so many years ago, he was a bit younger than you, just as wild, uncontrollable, and trying also to find his identity as a person as well as a symbol."
" Do you know if he ever found his identity Alfred? Richard asked looking at the empty staircase
Alfred looked at the staircase and then at Richard, " I think when you came into this lonely house is when Bruce really discovered what was important in life. You are a son to him, as you both are to me." Richard looked up at the elderly butler and Alfred continued, " And like him you will do as you please and have no one stop you, but take heed Master Richard whatever lies in the past is gone, and now comes the time in your life where the events along with the choices you make determine you who will become. Do not make the mistake of thinking what you are is more important than who you are."
Alfred nodded grinning and left Richard to the silence of the cave.
Alfred's last words hung in his ears Do not make the mistake of thinking what you are, is more important than who you are. If only this advice had come earlier in his life when he still could've changed the way things had turned out between him and Starfire. If only he could take back his selfish actions.
Richard took a small trinket, which had been removed from its grave in the closet and placed in this pocket, out. Fiddling with it he sat back and closed his eyes, id only he had stopped her that night. If only….
: Flashback 15 years ago:
The Tower's phone rang, the others had gone searching the city for her, but he stayed behind and sat in the darkness that was provided here.
His mask had been long ago removed and now laid, almost like it was dead, on the couch next to him. A small trinket was held in his hand, a little blue shoe on a chain. God, he had been an idiot to react that way.
He loved her, he did. She was right he was just running away from life, and hiding behind that mask… a mask he took off once for her. A mistake, yes, but did he really regret it?
Bruce once told him the importance of distance. He had told him that getting to close to someone in their line of business was deadly, Bruce hadn't mentioned that it would break your heart.
It wasn't fair, why did this have to happen now when he and Starfire were finally happy? Why? He hadn't asked for this, neither had she, so why did this happen to them?
When she had told him, he went ballistic. He yelled at her, blamed her (god knows why that would make sense), and then after yelling from her side, left the room and left the Tower, left her thinking that he would never return.
Starfire had reason to leave; he had been an ass, when she needed him to be strong for the both of them.
Now she was somewhere in the pouring rain, alone, cold… and pregnant. It was his entire fault.
He ran a hand through his jet-black hair, what was he going to do? He had been a jerk; he had left her the moment he found out about something, someone, that was supposed to bring them closer.
God forgive him, he was scared. He was only 18 and so was she. He had never had a real family, a real home.
And now he had sent his family away…
God please let me find her…let me find themLater at the hospital after a long night of searching the Titans waited in the lobby for the doctor.
The doctor came out and all knew as soon as they saw him that it wasn't good news.
Wiping tears from his eyes he said, " I'm sorry…we lost her."
A cry erupted from Beastboy as he cried on Cyborg's shoulder and Raven stood quietly looking at the tiled floor.
Robin stepped forward towards the doctor, " Are you sure?"
The doctor nodded, " Yes I'm sorry."
" And the baby?" asked Robin in a tearful voice already knowing the answer.
The doctor looked down sadly, " Yes."
And for the first time in his life Robin couldn't feel himself, everything was gone, gone because of him.
Starfire and his baby were dead.
: End Flashback:
Richard looked at the tiny shoe he had bought Starfire when he came back to the tower after hours of walking the streets of Jump City. He had wanted to go back and tell her that he couldn't be happier after long thought and that he had bought this shoe for the baby.
It never happened.
But now he questioned everything. She didn't die, so did their child?
Hurried footsteps walked down the dark alley. The steam seeped from the sewers below and made it hard to see.
With a suitcase held tight to his chest, Mr.Dubose, walked as fast as possible through Gotham's many alleyways. He had to get to her house; he had to tell her what had been really going on.
That's the thing about getting into a bad situation to deeply, it is a tar pit and no matter how important or influential you are you'll sink into the tar eventually. It's like a lie you tell to keep yourself sustained in the reality you've chosen for yourself.
Up above a figure peered at Mr. Dubose below and jumped, silently, to the ground behind him.
It was several minutes before Mr. Dubose noticed he was being followed. He quickened his pace and turned left onto a main street.
The Stranger also turned on to the street several paces behind Mr. Dubose.
A crowd of smoking teenagers with various color including purple and red walked towards the two men. Mr. Dubose quickly used them to hide in. The Stranger then began to run towards the crowd that Mr. Dubose had disappeared into rough pushing people out of his way.
Mr. Dubose broke free of the crowd and ran into the Chinese Cuisine restaurant to his right. The atmosphere was smoky and relaxed as people ate with painted wooden chopstick and sat on red cushy chairs. Quickly he dodged customers and waiters, and made his way toward the kitchen in the back.
He ran through the large red swinging doors leading to the kitchen and pushed by chefs preparing meals of a large fire.
" Excuse me sir you're not allowed to be in here," said a waiter spotting the paranoid and sweating man.
Mr. Dubose looked frantically around for the exit ignoring the man.
A scream sounded from in the main dining room and gunshots could be heard.
" What the hell?" were the waiter's last words before being shot in the head along with everyone else in the kitchen.
The Stranger broke through the kitchen doors and pointed the gun towards Mr. Dubose, but he had already fled through the back door.
The Stranger bolted after him and into the back alley where he saw Mr. Dubose running towards the street opening.
Mr. Dubose ran straight ahead without looking back until he reached the end. Now looking back he didn't see the Stranger.
" I love it when they run." Said the stranger from in front of him.
Mr. Dubose turned his head slowly to meet the Stranger's eyes and then was met by two shots to the chest.
Afterwards the Stranger looked down upon the man that lay before him and then walked off into the night.
But what the Stranger had not noticed was the suitcase, that had been thrown under the dumpster in the alleyway….
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Across town at that moment a slim figure of a woman dropped down on an apartment balcony. She went to the glass sliding door and pick locked it. Slowly opening the door she stepped on the carpeted floor and slid the door shut behind her. The police had already been here.
Roberta Rangel's apartment was lonely now that its owner was dead and gone, however one would have to ask if it wasn't already lonely to begin with.
Everything seemed to be in order, Kori had already checked with the county office, and they hadn't found anything of importance in her apartment, and had returned all things of importance. Her death had been ruled as an accident.
Walking over to the counter she looked at the message machine, she pressed the replay button:
" Hello my kitties, hello! I'm so sorry I'm getting home late tonight. I hope you guys enjoyed the meatloaf I cut up for you. Oh, Snappy I hope Oreo didn't eat your share again! Well I hope to be home soon, I love you guys! Bye-bye!"
Kori raised an eyebrow questioningly. But where were the cats?
She walked into the back bedroom. A queen bed sat in the middle of the room covered with pink wooden quilts and rudely laced pillows. Kori was sickened. She went to the oak wood nightstand next to the bed and opened a drawer. She took a light pink journal from the inside and looked at it. The cover was plastic and had kittens in a basket on it looking cute with little bows around their' necks.
Kori debated whether or not it was wrong to take this journal and read it. Well technically its owner was dead now and probably wouldn't mind, however this was someone's private thoughts, their hopes and dreams. Kori looked around the room that held cat posters on the walls, except for one picture on the dresser in corner that was of Roberta when she was significantly younger with a man who's arm draped around her shoulders. Kori looked down at the journal in her hand… this life, Roberta, could've been easy her…it was her life but with more cats.
She stood up with the journal in hand maybe it could help. As she started to close the drawer it wouldn't shut completely.
Kori crouched down, re-opened it, and stretched her hand inside to the back. A small card had fallen into the crevice in the back, blocking the drawer from being closed. She tugged the card from its spot and pulled it out: an all access Star Labs Id Pass.
Smiling she slipped it into her back pocket and walked towards the glass sliding door. As she walked back out onto the patio and closed the door behind her she put her mask back on, then standing on the rail took flight, heading back towards Jump City.
Sometime later on a street back in Jump City middle aged woman walked home after a long day of work and then a trip to a grocery store. Walking on this part of town at night was dangerous. Pulling her headscarf closer she hurried faster towards her home.
A footstep sounded behind her and she turned, nothing was there. But as she turned around she ran into a man's chest.
" Hey lady, what's in the purse?" asked a man with black and white paint covering his face.
" Go away, I have no money." She said frightened backing away only to run into another man with a black and white paint design also painted on his face.
She tried to flee to the right but a woman with the paint design of a spider on her face blocked her view too.
" Give me the purse, and you won't get hurt." Said the first man smiling.
" No!" screamed the woman.
The man's eyebrows furrowed and he nodded to the man behind her who then wrapped an arm around her neck and held a knife to her.
" Get it Janna!" the man ordered to the woman who smiled and skipped over to her woman's purse.
" Please I need that for my children's lunch!" she yelled as the woman known as Janna ripped the purse from her arm.
Janna went through it and frowned, " All she has is fifty dollars." She took the money, and threw the purse to the ground.
" Give me your ring!" ordered the man in charge.
The woman shook her head," No please my late husband gave this to me!"
" Give it to us, or I'll get it for you!" threatened the man who held her captive waving the knife at her finger.
The women sobbed and shook her head.
" Just get it!" ordered the lead man.
The helpless woman started to scream hysterically as the man came closer to her finger with the blade. " Hold her still!" he shouted to Janna whom came forward and forcefully held the woman against the man.
" Shut up!" yelled the lead man to the woman. "Hurry up before someone hears her.!"
He made a coking sound as someone unseen from behind him used a hand motion to knock him unconscious. The thump as he hit the ground made the other two look up at the redheaded woman standing before them.
" Let her go," said the dark figure nodding towards the captive woman.
" Keep on holding her," ordered Janna, " I'll take care of her." Janna made a fist a swung it at the redheaded woman, but she caught it and used it to throw Janna off balance.
Janna caught herself and one again swung herself towards the figure who did a back flip over Janna's head to avoid the hit, landed, tripped the Janna and with mighty strength threw her aside.
Now turning back to the man and the captured woman she saw that the man held fear in his eyes.
" Come closer and I'll cut her throat!" he threatened.
The woman smiled, " I don't think so." Her hand lit with green fire and she winked. The man let go of the woman he held and started to run the other way when the starbolt hit him square in the back. He feel to the ground and did not move.
Kori bent down and helped the frightened woman up, then picked up her broken purse. " Are you alright?" she asked handing it to her.
The woman nodded, " Thanks to you. Thank-you so much, I don't have much money however----."
" No, you don't need to pay me. You should go home quickly now and don't stop until you get there." Kori instructed.
The woman nodded and started to hurry away, but then turned and asked, " What's your name?"
Kori smiled, " It doesn't really matter." The woman understood and nodded the disappeared around the next corner.
As Kori started to round up the three villains, she noticed the one named Janna was missing.
A brush of wind was felt against Kori's neck and a voice said, " Your not the only one with powers." And Kori was thrown against a brick wall on the opposite side of the street.
Kori stood painfully and looked at Janna who as quick as lightening stood beside her. Kori flew up into the hair and started to throw starbolt but Janna's quick feet avoid all the shots.
" What? The superhero can't even hit me?" she yelled at Kori above.
Kori grew in infuriated and her eyes glowed with green aurora. She shot clean and quick at Janna who was too slow this time and fell to the ground.
Kori descended from the air and said the unconscious Janna, " You should stop being so cocky."
Police lights flashed from down the street and Kori took to the air once more.
The city lights blared amongst the darkened horizon as a lone figure watched them tinkle from atop a roof on an island in the bay. It seemed like a magical light show put on just for the lonely tower. The roof's surface was dusty and the metal railings were rusted, but still the glory days of this ancient place could still be remembered.
Footsteps caught his attention, Nightwing turned to see Starfire. They stood and stared not a movement was made.
" Why?" he asked, " Why didn't you tell me that you were alive?"
She looked up at him through masked eyes, " Why do you think?"
He grew infuriated, " I had go through losing you and you didn't tell me you were alive!"
" You didn't deserve to know! You broke my heart and I did it right back damn it!" she yelled at him furiously.
" I loved you!"
" You loved me! You loved me! That's bullshit!"
" When I broke it off I was going through things!"
" Things? We all go through things Robin! I went through things, but it wasn't like you gave a damn!"
" Starfire, please believe me I never meant to hurt you!"
" Well you did! You took my heart and shattered it across the floor! I gave everything I had! I waited for you! I tried! I tried my hardest! But you just cocked out! You decided to leave, you---you coward! It was all just bullshit, wasn't it? Just a load of crap! I can't believe I fell for it! I can't believe I let you get that close! The day you broke it off was the day I died! She's not here anymore! The Starfire you knew is gone!"
" Please Starfire—."
" NO more I went to hell and back because of you! You're just a boy who's scared and stupid, but I'm not the same naïve girl! I never want to feel the feelings I had for you again! So go to hell! Do you hear me? Just go to hell!"
Then she was gone and he was left alone on the rooftop that held so many memories, so many he didn't realize that the wound never healed, instead it was raw and red just asking to be inched. He could no longer stand there anymore not with all the memories this place had.
So he did what he always did, he left, he gave up. She was right…
I'm soooo sorry! It's been over year or something right? I got distracted and I couldn't write but today I found the anger I needed for the end.
Thanks to all of you who are still here, thank you for being loyal readers and not giving up.
I'm sad the shows over and hope that maybe they'll do a spin off or something.
I hope to write back soon
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Hailey
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