#finalsleep

one of us is gonna lose . / @finalsleep

📔 / @finalsleep

dear diary ,

i'm not sure how long i've been here . months , maybe ? perhaps only weeks . i've lost all sense of time , wherever this place is . being alone here and having to survive numerous trials has been no easy feat , and truly , i'm not sure how i'd be doing if it weren't for quentin . he's the first person i've been able to call a friend since i showed up . he's taught me a lot , and we've grown close fairly quickly . i'd do whatever it takes to protect him when we're running for our lives together , even if it doesn't always end well for me . but i know he would do the same . he's brought me so much light when i felt hopeless , welcomed me with open arms , and i'll forever be grateful . it's just so sad that this is how we had to meet , trapped in this hell . hopefully if we ever get out of this place , we'll still find each other . he's become quite important to me .

@finalsleep​            "oh   —   oh my god,”   breathless, still frantic, shelly lowers her mace from quentin’s eye level. it’s reluctant slipped back into her coat pocket, though her nerves don’t melt away as quickly. she runs her opposite hand through messy waves before pressing her palm to her chest.   “i’m so   —   so sorry. i wasn’t expecting anyone here this late,”   she forces a laugh that crystallizes in the midnight air.