Last Hope - Radiosilence angst fanfic
-NOTE: WAS WRITTEN BEFORE SEASON 2 CAME OUT-
This book is inspired by the fanfic “Sad and Complicated” by (I forgot) on wattpad. I recommend reading that one before this because there are going to be refrenes to it that may not make sense unless you read it. Also {} means a/n, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝙿𝙾𝚅 and 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓷𝓽 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻 𝓟𝓞𝓥. Ok thx for listening to my nonsense ✌🏼
"𝚅𝚊𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎?"
𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚘'𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜- 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚖 business 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜- 𝚕𝚊𝚙.
"𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚘."
"𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 ₴₥łⱠł₦₲ ₱Ɽł₵₭! 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛-".
"𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚅𝚘𝚡𝚡𝚢, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗 5 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜."
𝚅𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔 (𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛.
"𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙼𝚖𝚔𝚊𝚢?"
𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎.
"𝙼𝚖𝚔𝚊𝚢. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢"
𝚅𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜.
𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 (𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎) 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑. 𝙾𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛-𝚝𝚘-𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜.
𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 "𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚢". 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚄𝚙 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘-𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 {𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔} 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚅 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚂𝚎𝚖𝚒-𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚍, 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜.
𝙰 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 1970'𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 (𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎) 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖-𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚅𝚘𝚡 live with him, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝... 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚅.
𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗, 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.
𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 19, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 50 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚅𝚘𝚡 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗.
𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 10 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 29𝚝𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝.
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𝙰/𝚗: thank y'all so much for reading this! This is my first ever book so I apologize if it's a little crappy. I'm gonna try to write a chapter every Sunday but don't, like, chop off my head or smth if I don't bc I'm typing all this on my phone and I gots ADHD so yea. Thx for listening to my nonsense. byeeeeee✌️
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it gets soooooo much better dw (this was my first ever fanfic btw)
