Read this only if you’ve already watched S3E8
She didn’t plan this, didn’t want things to turn out this way, but freedom is freedom and…. At least in death, there is no pain.
Free. She’s free to start over.
If this is what she thinks it is, then… She’s forgiven.
That alone is enough of a realization to send her to her knees. This is no place for shackles. Looking down at her wrists, she sees none. She’s forgiven.
Rue swallows the lump on her throat and breathes. Oh my God. In, out. Jesus. She checks for her silver adorned fingers (no shaking, no scars) and, with a hesitant exhale, she smiles.
It’s a little creepy, at first. As if she’s forgotten how to smile and can only manage a weird display of teeth. But then, she feels it, rather than sees it: a real smile, stretching from cheek to cheek, a smile that bursts tears from her eyes, broad enough that the tears get inside her mouth, so happy she wants to scream, but instead she cackles, elated, wondering how all that emotion would make its way out of her, as loud as possible and, man — this, this right here is euphoria.
There she is, simply being her unapologetic self.’ Laughing with the perks of finding out who she is - zero pressure weighs on her shoulders and eternity stretches long and comforting before her. All the time in the world to do it. Figure out who she is, to find a love that won’t ask her to “fix” herself, no, Rue is worthy of love simply by existing, it feels so obvious now.
Rue is free to pursue a lover who loves her for who she is, exactly as she is, because she’s ascended, but also because the painful bits of her living self are a part of her too, and love will not look down on the pain that sculpted her.
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