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The Hunter Within

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Daryl woke earlier than usual, the cell block entirely silent with sleep, dawn only just beginning to break. He had gotten less rest than he had hoped, coming off watch just before midnight. The others had long been asleep by the time Glenn relieved him, leaving Daryl to hesitate at Sophie’s cell door unnoticed. His stuff was still sitting where he had left it, his mattress still unmoved. So, with all the care he could manage, Daryl had lowered himself down onto the bed, falling asleep to the sound of Sophie’s even breaths.
Trying not to make any noise, he stretched out, twisting his constantly aching body to face the bunk behind him, eager to see Sophie. He winced at the stiffness in his muscles from sleep on his side as he propped himself up on an elbow to peer over the edge of her raised mattress. Despite the lack of threat within the walls of the prison, he had found that he was unable to shake the relief that washed over him every time he found her safe. Stealing a moment, Daryl let himself study the peaceful contours of her face, letting himself realize that he actually missed her, even though he could touch her if he was brave enough.
Without warning, his gaze drifted from the way her white hair sprawled out across the pillow and down to the chapped nature of her pink lips, slightly parted in her rested state. Touching at his own for a moment, Daryl could almost believe that the kiss had never happened. Before he caught himself, his hand twitched to touch them, remembering how soft they had felt against his own. No, he spat internally, forcing himself to his back, eyes to the ceiling about. It didn’t mean anything.
Daryl bit down on his own lip, trying to ignore the deep-rooted craving for a smoke. He considered rummaging the cells once again in hopes of finding another pack, knowing that he wouldn’t find anything, just looking for something to keep his mind busy. Instead, he thought back to what Carol had told him yesterday, about this prison being their home now. He didn’t want to believe it, after all those years he spent trying to keep out of prison, but as he lay there, listening to Sophie’s breathing, he realized that it was.
Rick was going on a run later on, taking the boy and Michonne with him. He had vaguely brushed over the plan the night before, while the group was preoccupied with Beth’s usual campfire sing along. The other man hadn’t told him where he was going, or even what he was looking for, just that he didn’t need help. Daryl was to keep an eye on his brother, and Sophie the others. As if on cue, someone moved through the cellblock below him, each step to sure to be anyone but Rick.
Eyeing off Sophie’s sleeping figure once more, Daryl pulled himself up off the ground, searching the dimly lit room for where he had kicked off his boots the night before. Sleeping shoeless was something that he was only just getting used to doing once more. Lacing them up, he reached for his crossbow, descending the stairs as quietly as he could to meet Rick’s watchful gaze. The pair paused for a moment before Rick nodded towards the foyer, leaving Daryl to follow.
“You could’ve slept in today.” He almost joked, scavenging through the box of protein bars to chuck one at Daryl.
“Thought we might make a start on the field.” Daryl shrugged, unwrapping the bar eagerly. His eyes brushed over the barrel of water they had collected before losing the field, closer to empty than to full. “Need to start making his place somethin’ worth protecting. If that’s what we’re gonna do.”
“Already is.” Rick clapped him on the shoulder, heading back towards the cellblock. Daryl slumped back onto one of the tabletops, mindlessly chewing at his breakfast as he waited for the other man to return. They didn’t have the ammo to clear the field the easy way, it would be a long day and Daryl found himself grateful for the five extra hands they had been given.
He scrunched up the plastic wrapper as Rick reentered the room, Michonne and a sleepy Carl in tow. The man motioned for the two of them to grab something to eat, nodding for Daryl to follow as he made his way towards the outside of the prison. Eager for the fresh air that would come, he followed eagerly, part of him wishing that he were going on the run. I’m glad your back, really, Rick had told him the night before, but if Merle causes a problem, it’s on you.
Not being able to argue with that, Daryl had accepted his fate with not much more than a nod. As they pushed open the heavy door, the sun had just begun to rise, the not-so-welcoming calls of the dead plaguing what would have otherwise been a peaceful morning. Turning his attention away from the walkers, Daryl turned to raise an eyebrow at Rick. “You got enough fuel?”
“Yeah.” The man nodded, frowning as he took in the extra numbers that had moved in over night. “It won’t be a big trip, just back to my old station, clear out all the weapons that we kept behind locked doors. With what’s coming, we could use them.”
With what’s coming… “How’d you know he won’t make a move today?”
“I don’t,” Rick answered honestly, turning to look at Daryl as the others emerged from the building behind. “After the other day, I just figure this is a game for him. He’ll draw it out as long as he can.”
“You sure you don’t need another set of hands?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.” Rick turned as his son and Michonne approached before turning back with a somewhat amused smirk. “Besides, you have things to sort out here. I spoke to Soph yesterday, about what went down between you two.” Daryl’s cheeks threatened to burn bright red, his eyes dropping to his feet. “Told her to talk to you.”
“You and me both know telling her to do something doesn’t mean shit,” Daryl mumbled, a fond chuckle escaping his lips, despite the embarrassment he felt. Rick laughed in agreement, nodding his head as he turned to check that they had everything. “Good luck out there.”
“You’ll need it just as much as us,” Rick smirked once more, turning back to the car, pausing only to make sure Daryl would get the gate. Nodding, he crossed the cement, scrunching up his nose as he came face to face with one of the dead, fingers gripping at the chained fence desperately. Mechanically, Daryl pulled at his hunting knife, silencing the walker before turning to unlock the latch.
He eyed off the dead as they approached, only pulling open the gate far enough for the car to squeeze through before securing it back into place, watching as they disappeared into the distance. His mind raced over what Rick had told him about Sophie, not entirely sure if that was a conversation he wanted to have. What he wanted was for it all to blow over, quite happy to pretend that it never actually happened at all. It had though, and she was hurting; Daryl had seen that much in her guarded eyes. The pain wasn’t unwarranted, he completely deserved her reluctance, and he knew that. It wouldn’t last forever though, he had seen that much in the way she still welcomed his presence. You don’t deserve that.
Sighing to himself, Daryl turned back for the walls of the prison, his eyes lingering on the lookout, completely forgetting that there was supposed to be someone there. He was met with empty space, sending him into a moment of hesitation before concluding that they must have moved position during the night. Feel the desperate need to be busy, he pushed on through the heavy door, hoping the others would have woken by now so they could get to work on clearing the field. Sure enough, the sounds of conversation filled the hall as he tracked back towards the cell block, normal enough to catch him off guard.
As soon as he rounded the corner, Daryl’s eyes locked with the familiar green of Sophie’s. She was perched in the middle of one of the bolted down chairs, her arm unslung and unbandaged as Hershel inspected the wound. She forced her eyes down to the bowl before her as Daryl’s eyes raked over the purple bruising and angry sore that adorned her shoulder. Anger filled his entire being once more, and he was suddenly thankful that Merle was not one of those in the room, otherwise he could have hit him.
The conversation around him continued, Beth chatting about something Judith had done with her father, the two newcomers listening intently. As he swallowed the lump in his throat and moved to sit beside Sophie, Carol offered him a bowl of mush and Daryl eagerly declined. Sitting on her good side, the injury out of view, it was easy to pretend that nothing had happened, to pretend that it was just any other morning. But it isn’t, and she is hurting. In more ways than one.
Clearing his throat, Daryl took the break in conversation to fill the others in. “Rick is heading into town with Carl and Michonne. Thought we might try and have the field cleared by the time they get back.”
“And you’re sitting out.” Hershel spoke to Sophie as he wrapped up her arm, Daryl cringed at the idea, knowing that she wasn’t about to accept that, no matter how much both he and Hershel would have liked her too.
“No can do, Doc.” She pulled herself up from her position between the two of them, scooping her bowl into her good hand. Hershel looked at Daryl for backup, but sensing that he was already in enough trouble, he refused to meet his gaze. “The more the merrier.”
The foyer fell silent as Sophie left the room, leaving Hershel to sigh in frustration, his feelings replicated within Daryl’s own thoughts. He looked to the newcomers, they had joined the group while he was out with Merle, but Sophie had seemed to believe that they were worth trusting. There was only one way to test that. “You both good hand to hand?”
“The only way we know.” The big guy – Tyreese – offered friendly enough as he scooped his own breakfast into his mouth. A glance at the similar looking woman - probably making them siblings - told Daryl that she too was up to the challenge.
“Where’s Glenn?”
“On guard with Maggie.” Beth offered innocently, collecting her father’s plate to save him the trouble of hobbling around.
Daryl huffed at the thought, lifting himself up off the chair as he remembered the empty space. “Is anyone really on guard then?”
He realized a little too late that the comment was not one that would sit well with either Hershel or Beth, both Greene’s ignoring the idea with displeased faces. Daryl turned to see Sophie’s reaction, realizing too late that she wasn’t there to hear it. The notion made him sad, knowing that he would have got no less than one of her classic eye rolls in response, even in her anger. Instead, his eyes met Merle’s, his forceful presence stealing the relaxed nature of the room in an instant.
“Eat quick,” he warned, shouldering his crossbow as he shot his brother a serious look. Sophie entered the room with that, her staff tucked under the armpit of her good arm as she crossed towards the door. Daryl followed suit, the earlier feeling of missing her seeping back in.
Sunrise had been and gone as they entered the courtyard.
Sophie didn’t say a word, which was uncommon enough to make Daryl feel uneasy. Instead, she crossed to the fence without pausing, lacing her fingers through the chains to shake it. Moans called out excitedly from around the yard, bodies stumbling towards the noise eagerly. Leaning her staff up against the fence, she took to her knife, driving the blade through each brittle skull awkwardly with her left hand. Daryl couldn’t see her face from his position, but he knew that she would be in pain.
Pushing her from his mind, Daryl stepped forward to study the broken down gate, running over their options. They would still need to be able to get in and out, especially with Rick on the other side. Frowning, he realized that the best they could do was to park one of the cars across the opening until they had the time and resources to make something more permanent. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do. His eyes brushed over Sophie’s figure for a moment, a pile of bodies already lining the fence at her feet, before turning to the sound of oncoming footsteps.
Daryl turned to find Maggie and Glenn crossing the courtyard, grimaces on their faces, probably remembering the last day they had like this. Hopefully this one ends better, he swallowed, eyes flickering to the graves in the lower part of the field. He shoved the idea down, knowing that a similar outcome was all too possible with the Governor looming over their heads. As the couple closed in, the heavy door to the cellblock pushed open, the rest of the group silently pouring from its interior.
“How are we going to close it off?” Glenn sighed, hands on his hips. It took Daryl a moment to realize that the young man was talking to him; it was a question that would have usually been reserved for Rick. Rick ain’t here, someone has to get these guys moving.
He turned to gesture at one of the parked vehicles along the fence. “Might just stick one of the cars across the opening. It isn’t great, but it’ll do. We’ll keep the truck here, load the bodies up onto it.”
“That’ll be me.” Glenn nodded, turning to the others as they all converged. “Put some down on my way back. It'd be nice to have someone up in the tower, just in case.”
“I’ll cover you.” Daryl nodded, unshouldering his bow to load it, filling its previous position with a backup rifle that Hershel offered to him. Glenn took over, having the others join Sophie along the fence until they could secure the yard. As the others rushed off to their respected areas and Glenn to get the car, Daryl whistled his brother in. “You got the gate?”
“Sure thing, little brother.” Merle nodded, abandoning his previous instruction to follow Daryl to the fence. The brothers stood in a moment of silence as Glenn moved the car forward. Daryl let himself steal a glance at Sophie, still powering through the lineup. From this angle, he could see her face and the pain that etched into her features. “Your girls a tough one, got bigger balls than you. I’ll give her that much.”
“Not my girl,” Daryl mumbled, thankful for Glenn’s approached. He looked out into the field, counting the walkers that surrounded the entrance to the guard tower, taking one more glance at Sophie before adjusting his stance to nod at Merle.
He just laughed, pulling at the gate. “If you say so.”
Daryl slipped out before the car did, listening to the way the gate rolled shut as it did pass him. Lifting his bow, Daryl released the first bolt into one of the walker’s skulls, pulling it free as he moved towards the door. He gripped the arrow, forcing it through the eye of another before slipping into the bottom of the tower. Taking a moment to collect himself, Daryl reloaded his bow before bounding up the stairs, his aching bones complaining with each step he took.
He pushed through the upper glass door to observe the field below, watching as Glenn slid the car into place, using the bus to his advantage. The car only just filled the space, the tow bar bumping against the undercarriage of the bus, and grill barely brushing the edge of the fence where the gate was once hinged. It wasn’t perfect by any means, and it wouldn’t keep walkers from slipping over the bonnet, but it would be enough for now. It had to be.
Most of the walkers were too preoccupied along the fence - hissing at the others - to notice that Glenn had slipped through. Confident that the younger man could handle himself with the stragglers down the lower parts of the field, Daryl worked at putting down all the ones in between. He worked at keeping his aim steady from his elevated position; he only had so many bolts after all. Below him was a constant stream of yelling, the others working to distract the walkers enough for Glenn to make his way back.
When only the walkers along the fence remained and the other man had reached the gate safely, Daryl made the descent down the stairs, pausing by the bottom door. He shouldered his crossbow in favour for his knife, edging the door open slowly and then all at once. Only a few moans filled the silence around them, the last of the dead clutching at the fence desperately. He wiped the sweat off his brow, watching as the new guy put the last one down with a small hammer, cracking the skull down the centre in a gruesome fashion.
“Now for the fun part,” Maggie remarked, moving towards her partner as he stepped out of the truck he had already moved towards the gate. Sophie moved towards the group as Merle reopened it, letting it remain so. Daryl whistled at her, internally groaning at what was to come.
“You’re driving.”
“Am not.”
“Half those bodies are bigger than you.” Daryl scoffed, almost daring her to contest. She was stubborn, yes, but so was he. Especially when it came to her. “You gonna lift them with one arm?”
He raised an eyebrow at the fire that burned behind her eyes, they way her jaw locked into place as she tried desperately to find a reasonable argument. She wouldn’t find one, and they both knew that. With little more than a huff, Sophie turned on her heels for the truck, climbing inside to slam the door behind her with enough frustration to make it comical. As he turned, Daryl met Maggie’s equally amused gaze.
“You’re already in enough trouble as it is.”
Daryl just shrugged, a smug chuckle escaping his lips as Sophie pushed the truck forward, her mouth pressed together tightly. “I'm already digging myself a grave, may as well make it a deep one.”
“She’ll get over it. She’s just being stubborn.” Maggie nodded, eyeing off the passing truck. “You know she’s glad your back, right? Even after… After everything.”
Blood pooled in Daryl’s cheeks as he read between the words, his eyes dropping to the ground as he worked towards where Sophie had parked the truck, waiting for the bodies to be loaded. He groaned as he bent down to lift the first one, pulling at the decaying wrists to pull it up into the back. Foul bodily fluids drained from the rotted, open wounds that littered the skin, threatening to soak through Daryl’s boots. Tyreese had a second body lifted up onto the tray by the time he had set the first into its position, offering the arms for Daryl to take. He smiled thankfully, pulling at the body.
To everyone’s disgust, the arm separated from the rest of the body at the shoulder, leaving Daryl only holding the decaying limb. Laughing, Merle grabbed at the wrist that was still attached, offering it back to Daryl for him to drag up onto the tray once more. With the second body in position, Maggie, Sasha, and Glenn all wandered off to bring the further bodies in close to be lifted by Merle or Tyreese. From there, nobody spoke, communicating through grunts, disgusted looks and the occasional thump on the truck roof to have Sophie move on. As the sun rose slowly, the smell of death seemed to grow more prominent, more and more bodies falling apart, soaking each of them with the smell of death.
By the time Daryl slumped the last body onto the almost overflowing pile, the sun had reached its peak and started to lower back down towards the horizon. Watching as Carol slid the gate open, he glanced towards the makeshift gate, once again glad to see that it was untouched. Even Sophie was eager for the water that Carol brought with her, sharing Daryl’s bottle with no complaint. As she took a sip, he couldn't help but wondered what exactly she was pissed at him for; leaving or sidelining her. Chewing at his lip, Daryl couldn’t help but believe that it was the latter. She had grabbed at his hand the evening before, when he had wanted to put that man in his place after all.
Their eyes met for a moment as Sophie passed him back the bottle, the green in hers still filled with nothing but warmth, despite her anger. That was the only thing that had comforted him through the last day; that she still really did care for him. It was the only thing that made him believe what Maggie had said earlier, about Sophie being glad to have him back regardless.
“I’ll go grab the gate for you.” Glenn gestured down towards the car as everyone finished their drinks, loading the bottles into Carol’s waiting arms. It shouldn’t have surprised Daryl that Sophie moved back towards the drivers seat. He couldn’t complain, he had given her the job after all, and she wouldn’t hesitate in reminding him that. So instead, he crawled into the passenger seat, propping his crossbow up between his legs as Merle and Tyreese piled into the car.
“Where are we taking them?” Sophie pressed indifferently, her eyes glued straight ahead as she approached the makeshift gate, stopping to let Glenn move out of the way. Maggie stood nearby, putting down the single walker that had made its way into the opening.
Daryl scanned the area, his eyes traveling down the nearby stream before indicating a patch of grass downwards from the prison. “Just over there. We’ll burn the pile.”
“Fire will attract the biters,” Merle spoke as if Daryl hadn’t thought of that, his voice cocky.
“You got a better idea?” Sophie disregarded his warning, her eyes darting to look back in the rear vision mirror. Merle didn’t have anything more to say, and Daryl twisted in his seat to make sure that he was still there, given the rare occurrence. Raising his eyebrows, Daryl smirked at his older brother as Sophie pulled to a stop.
The two in the back were eager to get the job done, opening their doors to step out as soon as the area was scanned. Daryl lingered in his place for a moment, his eyes going to Sophie. “Just stay here, please?”
She didn’t say anything, just simply removed her hand from the door handle with an unenthused, somewhat sarcastic smile. Daryl sighed with relief, pulling his crossbow out after him as he opened his own door. His gaze paused on Sophie for a moment, that same feeling of missing her creeping back in. You have no one to blame but yourself, he realized, pushing the door closed behind him to join the others.
Unloading the bodies proved to be just as messy as loading them. It was even more tedious, having to sandwich kindle for the fire between each body to make sure that it all went up in flames. They worked quickly, sending Merle off to collect the firewood, his problem the same as Sophie’s. They didn’t have two working hands. Merle was much more proficient in using his remaining one, more practiced than Sophie was. And he isn’t in pain anymore, Daryl added, sliding another body from the tray.
They only had a few more bodies and stray limbs left when company arrived, the all too familiar moan calling out hungrily. Daryl kept working, keeping an eye on the stumbling walker as he did. His gaze only left the figure when the driver’s door pushed open, a head of white hair appearing from the car. Turning to look for Merle, Daryl found him making his way back across the open space, his arm full of twigs and dead grass. Looking back to the walker, he decided that they would probably be done by the time it reached them.
“Don’t worry about it, Soph,” he called, turning back to the job ahead. With a groan, he rolled the body from the tray with his foot, watching as it hit the ground with a thump for Tyreese to collect. Wiping his brow, Daryl turned back to the front of the car, his breath catching as he realized Sophie was no longer there, the door still open wide.
There was no use checking if she was in the drivers seat, Daryl’s eyes went straight to the walker, his heart thumping against his chest as he called out to her. Abandoning his job, Daryl threw himself over the side of the tray, dread settling in as Sophie closed in on the stumbling figure, her approach off and all wrong. Allowing for her wound, she pulled her staff back with her left arm, swinging it around to connect with the side of the walker’s skull. Had it of been her more dominate arm, or maybe even a much more decayed walker, it wouldn’t have mattered, but Daryl watched on in shock as the dead continued to stumble forward.
“Shit.” He spat, rushing back for his crossbow, racing forward as the walker overpowered Sophie’s much smaller frame, pushing her to the ground. Daryl’s heart slammed against his chest, his legs threatening to crumble beneath him as he pushed forward. As he moved forward, Daryl’s eyes brushed over another walker approaching, hidden through the grass. He switched his aim, trailing the newer walker for a moment before decided that he couldn’t afford to concentrate on that one now, not while there was a much more real threat.
The long grass meant that he couldn’t see what was happening, the blades jerking under the movement below his line of sight was his only evidence of the ongoing struggle. Without a clear shot, Daryl discarded his crossbow in the rush to get to Sophie, pulling his hunting knife from its sheathed position. Fear washed over his entire being as he closed in, watching the walker struggle on top of Sophie, jaws snapping inches from her face as he used her only good arm to hold it away from herself, her other arm pinned to her chest.
Daryl leapt forward, stabbing the walker through the top of the head, kicking the body from on top of her just in time to drive the same blade through the incoming walkers eye socket, his chest heaving under the weight of what had just happened. Giving himself no time to rest, Daryl pulled Sophie up from her horizontal position, his hands running over her body roughly, looking for bites.
“What the fuck was that!?” He spat through shallow breaths, his hands still clutching at her shoulders, his face inches from her own. Sophie frowned stubbornly, but he didn’t care, a million other scenarios rushed through his mind, all of which ended with her not being able to do that. “I told you to fucking leave it!”
“I had it under control,” she spoke through clenched teeth, her eyes flickering to where Daryl gripped at her wounded shoulder. He dropped his hands, but not his gaze. “Another few seconds and I would have had it.”
“Another few seconds and you would have been dead!” Daryl spat back, not being able to help the tears the fell from his eyes. His heart still slammed against his chest, his fists in tight balls by his side. “For what? Your pride? ‘Cause you're too proud to admit that you're broken. Is that it?”
“What do you care!?” Sophie hissed back, the cracks she had been working to hold together all day crumbling beneath her as she scooped up her staff to step around him, her pace quicken as she pushed back towards the truck. Daryl grabbed at his crossbow, shouldering it to follow after her. “You don’t give a shit!”
“Don’t give a shit?” Daryl laughed at the absurdness, reaching out to grab her wrist, digging in his booted feet to act as an anchor, forcing her to face him. “You really think I don’t give a shit!? After… After everything? After all that, you think I just don’t give a shit?”
“You left!” Sophie blew up at him, pulling her hand from his to push against his chest weakly. Daryl ignored the blow, his body too stiff with anger and disbelief for it to mean anything. “You just fucking left! You left even though you knew you might never see me again. That’s what you did! So what's the difference?”
“You think I left because I don’t give a shit?” Daryl seethed as Sophie turned her back to him, pushing passed the truck as she headed for the prison. As he passed the other two, Merle mumbled something about finishing the job themselves. Daryl couldn’t give a shit, his eyes glued to Sophie’s retreating figure as he met her with all the anger she threw at him. “Is that what you think?”
“That’s what I know!” She turned, her green eyes swimming with anger. Her chest was heaving, blood threatening to stain her face, the rest of it soaking into her clothes. Tears rolled down her grubby face and the sight faltered Daryl’s anger for a moment.
“You’re wrong.” He almost whispered, eyeing off the walker that approached. Sophie took it as a chance to escape, leaving Daryl to put it down. He shoved his blade through the brittle skull, letting it slump to his feet before chasing after Sophie. She moved quick, rounding the opening in the fence to slide over the bonnet of the car. His pace quickened, throwing a glance back to the walker bonfire before turning back to Sophie. You’ve never been more wrong about anything, he wanted to say, I care more about you than anybody else left in this world, and you know that.
His breath strangled the words, forcing them down as he chased after her, his body tingling with anger as he walked. Sophie paused to throw open the upper gate, leaving it to bounce back, expecting Daryl to stop and secure it. He didn’t stop; instead he pushed himself forward, grabbing at her wrist once more. They both met each others gaze, their features no doubt reflecting the same pain. She tried to pull away, but he only held her tighter. As Sophie looked up into his eyes, her own wet with tears, the whole world seemed to come to a screaming halt around them and for a fleeting moment, Daryl actually thought he might have kissed her. But it never made you stay, and it never meant anything…
Instead, she collapsed into him, her tiny frame pressing against the length of him as she wrapped a single arm around his weary body. Her tears were no longer silent and Daryl froze in his place, completely unsure with himself. His chest was still, void of breath, as he wrapped a pair of hesitant arms around her, finally inhaling to take in her familiar scent. Resting his forehead against the top of her own head, Daryl could feel all the pain he had caused her while trying to do the exact opposite.
Behind him, the truck rumbled up through the gate and he was sure that whoever was on lookout would be watching them. Daryl couldn’t bring himself to care; instead he wrapped his arms around her tighter as she threatened to fall apart completely. “I'm sorry.”











Notes

Comments

Who's here on 2020 for a re-read? :D

Tee- Tee-
4/17/20

@QueenUchi

New readers make my heart sing, especially when they start this journey ten months after I ended it (abit abruptly but we won’t get into that because it’ll make me sad again).

Thank you you so much for leaving a comment. Nothing is more motivating for the unmotivated than a little bit of love. Whenever I get a comment from someone new all I find myself wanting to sit down and grill them with a million different questions.

If youre chasing updates about any eventual stories I write, please follow me on instagram @ sophyl_

Thanks a million again!! xx

aryaaa aryaaa
11/28/18

thank you @sanders151 for recomending me this fanfic

Your fanfic has been in the center of my life for the whole month November. Let me just tell you that im in love with everything about this story. Im even at loss of words about how amazing this journey has been.

There have been moments when i actually had to get up and calm down from all the feelings may they be joy sadness or just extreme suffering. Ive been cheering, i've been crying to the point of ugly sobbing, ive been screaming while reading this all.

I dont even know how to tell you how i feel about this fanfic there arent any words for it so ima just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH about it cause thats the closets that i can think off "insert all the feelings i cant express here"

I am just so thank full for all your time and effort and everything youve put into this story. Cause WOW youre an amazing writer and when you do make your original story please do know that I WOULD LOVE TO READ THAT TOO.

This journey has ended but it will forever be in my heart.

QueenUchi QueenUchi
11/27/18

@Sanders151

I was so surprised to see a new notification on this story after all these months. Thank you so much for taking the time
to comment, I hope you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read since. Please feel free to leave me updated on your thoughts xx

aryaaa aryaaa
11/25/18

Hello,

It's been a looong time since i've read this story. Life got busy and i totally forgot to finish it.

SO i decided to reread everything and lemme tell you...I STILL LOVE IT AS MUCH AS THE FIRST TIME.
Im currently at chapter 62 (right after fort hill) and i can't wait for what is to come.


Sanders151 Sanders151
11/15/18