Holy hell, this season...No words. So, truly, truly sorry I haven't written for these two in so long - but New Girl took over my soul, and the longer time passed, the harder it seemed to get a grasp on their voices in my head. But much like Ali from PLL, I'm back, b*tches. ;)
Because wow. This effing show.
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Decide what it is you really want to do here. Be with Auggie, or stop Henry. There may be a time where you'll be forced to choose between the two ––and if you can't, you're gonna fail at both.
Deep breaths.
Deep breaths.
She can do this.
She has to.
(She pushes the button.)
This is for Arthur and Joan, for Auggie –– her team, her family.
And then she remembers Danni.
She forces her hand to remain steady as she writes, the blood pounding in her ears – she refuses to cry, to second guess herself.
She's out of options.
(She's grateful, but not surprised when he agrees to come to her with almost no question.)
"And you're absolutely certain you want to do this?"
The reality of what this truly means is crashing down on her, the weight heavy on her chest, and he's holding the syringe in one hand, the other gently placed on her thigh.
"I have to be," she answers, but her voice breaks, and the warmth in her friend's eyes is making this that much harder.
He hesitates, but then nods slowly. "This has to be timed perfectly, Annie."
"How long do I have?"
"I'd say about fifteen to twenty minutes."
Nodding back in understanding, she grips his hand.
"Okay," she whispers. "Let's do this."
He winks.
"See you on the other side, Neshma."
The ride is agonizingly slow, and too fast at the same time ––
Like she's frozen, as the entire world around her spins with her feet off the ground, and she can actually start to feel her heart slow.
(She's rising higher, and higher.)
She doesn't know if this will truly work.
If she'll even be able to be revived.
And fuck she's scared;
Even if she lives, she'll never be alive again.
(She knows there's no coming back from this, she's heard first hand what she is risking, what she is leaving behind.
Possibly forever.)
But this is where she takes her stand; the only way she knows how to fight for everything she believes in...
For everyone she loves.
'Going into battle, is like blowing out a birthday candle.
Just think of one positive thing that you want –– or one thing you love.'
So, she closes her eyes–––
Deep breaths.
Deep breaths.
(Everything's coming to a stop, the lights below are blurred and tiny through the glass.)
––– And makes her last call.
"For us, there is no victory. There are only battles. And in the end, the best you can hope for is to find a place to make your stand."
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