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𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧
𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦
𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳
𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦...

— Qᵘᵉᵉⁿ ᴱˡⁱᶻᵃᵇᵉᵗʰ ᴵᴵ

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CONSUMED BY THE MAELSTORM OF EMOTIONS RAGING DEEP WITHIN, y/n l/n collapsed behind a solitary rock, her heart shredded by grief. Tears, like liquid diamonds, traced a path down her sun-kissed cheeks, each droplet a testament to the agony tearing her apart. In her trembling hands, she clutched the final remnants of her world — a photograph, now a haunting relic of happier times. As she gazed upon the image of her beloved friend, forever frozen in laughter and light, a tidal wave of despair crashed over her. Every tear that fell upon the picture felt like a final farewell, a silent lament for the irreplaceable soul lost to eternity.

Shaking like a leaf, her guilt unbearable, the girl whispered softly, her voice barely a breath against the weight of sorrow hanging in the air. "I should've seen the danger; should've protected you... I was in the lead after all- It's all my fault!" Her words trailed off into the empty expanse, lost amidst the echoing void left by the brunette's absence. With quivering fingers, she traced the contours of his face in the photograph, her touch seeking solace in the memory of his warm smile as he walked besides Ms. Katherine Hepburn... Tears continued to stream down her cheeks, each drop a inaudible tribute to the ache in her core.

As she sat there, enveloped in misery and rue, a gentle breeze stirred the air, carrying with it the faint scent of the unforgivable earth — a poignant reminder of the beauty that Biddick had brought into her life. But now, all she was left with were memories, and the besieging resounding of words left unsaid. Unable to bear the burden of her despair in front of the rest of the 100th, y/n retreated further into the shadows, her heart heavy with remorse. She couldn't let them see her like this, a shattered shell of the person she once was; after all, she had a reputation to maintain, and a team to lead and protect

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