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The Hunter Within

Not Goodbye

“Isn’t it a little early to be tinkering?”
Abandoning the nuts he worked at tightening for the third time, the trucks engine flooded with light from the torch wedged between it and the popped hood, Daryl sought out the increasingly familiar accent through the early morning, finding a tall silhouette shuffling sleepily down the dark road towards him. “Ain’t it a little early to be a pain in my ass?”
Vincent laughed softly, his eyes crinkling as he stopped to prop an elbow against the hood Daryl straightened from to fish through the back pocket of his jeans, the other man's hands shoved in that of his jumper and the crisp morning air nipping at the bare skin of Daryl’s arms. “Never.”
“D’you smoke?”
“Usually only after a couple of beers,” the Canadian confessed, taking on from the packet Daryl offered anyway, his fingers fumbling through the darkness to light it. The space between them fell silent as Daryl worked at wiping oil from his hands, the rough material of the rag brushing over the healing wound on his forearm as Vincent took a careful drag of his cigarette. “Can’t sleep either?”
“Nah.”
“How are they looking?” Vincent pried, saving them from the awkwardness that threatened up the silence that came with Daryl lighting his own, despite already knowing that they were all in working order before he hummed in response. “Were you a mechanic or something before all this?”
Raising an eyebrow, Daryl glanced up through his exhale at the other man, curiousity playing at his darkened features. “Soph didn’t tell you?”
“Why do you think she tells me everything? I don’t know shit, man,” he chuckled, their gazes seeking respective distractions, Daryl’s finding his in the way his hands worked over the exposed motor before him, cigarette hanging from his lips. “She doesn’t like me as much as you think she does.”
“She likes you more than you think she does,” Daryl found himself assuring the other man, glancing up from the inner workings of the truck to gauge his reaction, not surprised to find it disbelieving. “Who knows her better?”
“I’ll have to take your word for it.”
Turning back to the dormant engine before him, Daryl worked at checking the water, using the nearby bottle he had bought from the house to top it up. Neither of the men spoke as he continued to fidget, the silence resting heavily over their already weary bodies. A little over a week had passed since their trip, the days evident in the way their various bruises began to yellow, in the way healed skin pinkened beneath cuts and grazes. In that time, provisions had been set, routes mapped and trucks packed and repacked over and over again. Rick had called them to a final town meeting the night before, Daryl’s ass numbing under the weight of his words as they settled over the Monroe living room, assuring the residents that he was confident in their ability to not just survive in their absence, but to thrive.
The forearm of his right arm had been tucked beneath that of his left, the dull ache that resided amongst the messy stitches growing with his stilled position. Beside where he had been perched upon the road-facing windowsill, Sophie leant up against the depth of a bookcase, her green eyes following the man before them as he spoke of the weeks to follow, of what it meant for the separating groups, the two entirely silent as they too listened. Hovering nearby had been the same man that stood before him, Vincent bouncing anxiously on the balls of his feet, seemingly unable to stand still. He had spent more time with the man than he would have originally liked over the days that bordered leaving Alexandria, the pair having been tasked with preparing the trucks for the journey ahead.
“You were a mechanic, though,” he pried before he had a chance to hold his tongue, his curiousity surprising the both of them. “Before?”
“Of sorts,” Vincent nodded, his gaze resting on nothing in particular as his thoughts did so on a life that Daryl would never know. “I was a marine mechanic for the Navy, but before-before, I worked on cars with my old man.”
“My brother taught me,” he mumbled, brows furrowing at the thought of his older brother, it still hard to believe that he was really gone, that his time, he wasn’t coming back.
“Merle, right?”
“Thought she didn’t tell you shit?”
“I taught my younger brother, too,” he smiled, dodging the topic. “We both hated it, constantly at each other's throats, but it’s what dad would have wanted, you know?”
Daryl considered the notion with a long, finishing drag of his dwindling cigarette before flicking it against the wall that sat adjacent to their conversation. “You really think he’s alive? Even after all the shit you’ve seen?”
“Yeah. I do,” the other man nodded, his accent rough as he lifted his grey eyes from the deep green paint of the truck, seeking reassurance that Daryl couldn’t give. “You don’t agree? With going to Canada?”
“It’s a long way to go for a maybe.”
“I know,” he sighed, studying the embers of the cigarette he held with loose fingers. “I know how many miles, how many chances there are for things to go wrong, how many lives we’re risking…” Vincent frowned, brows pulling together. “But I need to know. For sure. Wasn’t that how it was for you? With Merle, with Soph, after the prison?”
His assumption caught Daryl by surprise, the fading memory of Beth reminding him that it hadn’t been like that at all, that knowing for sure had scared him shitless when he had fought him so relentlessly for closure. “You’re a braver man that I am,” he mumbled, the notion taking Vincent rightfully by surprise, the large man faltering at the honesty. “Braver, and stupider.”
“That’s better,” he chuckled, the awkwardness that threatened upon them dissolving under Daryl’s correction, leaving behind a sense of vulnerability. “I can’t stay here knowing that Tommy might be out there suffering. Can you respect that much? Even if I’m putting Soph in danger to do that. I know that’s what your problem is. It’s not going back out there. It’s taking her with you.”
The morning air surrounding them grew still with a sense of seriousness, Sophie’s life seemingly hanging in the space between them. “It’s not her I’m worried about.”
“Bullshit.”
“Nah, I’m not,” he paused, considering the other man for a short moment, his tongue like gravel as he worked at swallowing his confession. “Not after last week. Not after seeing what she can do, what she has done… It’s the rest of this fucked up world I’m worried about. It’s like it's out to get her or something, I swear.”
“You’re indirectly worrying about her, but that’s still worrying about her.”
“And here I thought we were makin’ progress,” Daryl groaned at the smirk that dared at the other man’s chiselled features, at the usual cockiness that laced his tone.
“I can’t have you liking me,” Vincent teased, stepping back as Daryl shifted to secure the hood back into place, grabbing at the torch at illuminated the greying world around them. “There isn’t much else to do around here besides getting on every one of your last nerves.”
“If you’re bored I can help you pack your things.”
“C’mon, man, as if you don’t get itchy feet pacing these walls all day,” he dared, raising an eyebrow when Daryl attempted to contest. “You want this trip just as much as I do. Everyone does and their too scared to admit it, but on some level, we all miss it out there. Why else would they sign up to go back?”
Considering the notion and cutting the nearby torch, he paused to listen to the distant moans, to the almost silent shot that ended its approach on the wall moments later. With the trucks in working order and sunrise less than an hour away, he pulled himself up onto the closed hood of the last in the dormant convoy, the heels of his boots propped up on the black bumper. Picking at the calloused skin of his palms, fingers shifting to itch at the scabbing stitches of his forearm, he tried to ignore the truth in what the other man had said, refusing to admit that he might be right, refusing to acknowledge the fact that after everything, Sophie literally signed up to go back out there.
Chewing at the inside of his cheek, only half listening to the story Vincent had taken to filling the silence with, he glanced through the greying streets at the sound of gravel crunching underfoot. The figures moved slowly, plagued with fatigue, both as familiar as the other. He knew them anywhere, having watched as they moved through the night around him countless times before. The descending moonlight filtered through white hair, the strands illuminated in the most inviting way, it enough to wake the butterflies that constantly lingered in Daryl’s stomach. It didn’t surprise him that Sophie was awake, she had tossed and turned beside him in the moments before he slipped from their bed in a desperate attempt to keep his hands to himself.
“Hey,” she yawned, coming to a stop before them, hands rubbing at the length of her arms for warmth, Glenn sleepily lingering in the space beside her. “What are you guys doing up so early?”
“We’re doing manly things. Fixin’ cars and telling war stories around the fire,” Vincent joked, wrapping one of his own around her shoulders to offer her warmth with an air of innocence, his other hand holding his dwindling cigarette out before them. “What’s your excuse?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” she sighed, meeting Daryl’s gaze with a soft smile as Glenn huffed, rubbing at his own drained eyes. “Rick’s been up with Carl for the last hour or so.”
“Carl?”
“Yeah,” Sophie grimaced, twisting under Vincent’s loose hanging arm to glance over the empty street that lay behind them, to where the house was hidden behind others. “We’ve been slowly weaning him off his painkillers and it seems his system has just noticed. And it is pissed.”
“Then Rick tried to tell him that he isn’t going anymore, as if his pride wasn’t already damaged enough,” Glenn added, Daryl impressed by the fact that the kid had managed to wake the occupants of the other house, something his little sister was yet to do. “Those terrible twos have nothing on the terrible teens.”
“How about you?” He questioned Sophie after a moment of silence, of study, taking in her tired expression with a sense of budding anxiety, all too aware of the miles that awaited them that day. “You ready for today?”
Taking in a deep breath, she considered the question with visible uncertainty, her shaky nod less than comforting as she glanced up at the man beside her with a false sense of reassurance. “As I’ll ever be.”
“Speaking of children,” Vincent mused, glancing at the watch secured to the wrist hanging from Sophie’s shoulder, motioning for her to lift it for him to read. “I should go check on my lot. Make sure the boys have had a good nights rest.”
“You’d wanna hope so,” Glenn mused as the larger man twisted his grip to grab at Sophie’s fingers, twirling her towards Daryl as he moved in favour of his house. “Because there wasn’t much sleep going on between our houses.”
“Tara and Aaron might have to drive first up,” Sophie suggested as she nestled into the arm she lay over Daryl’s thigh, the seemingly natural movement taking him by surprise. She must be tired, he decided, knowing just how eagerly she had once sought the touch of others in her waking moments back at the prison.“Cal and Jake in the other two.”
“It’s going to be strange, not seeing you guys every day,” Glenn confessed, his dark eyes solemn as his words settled over the stillness of Vincent’s departure. “Not knowing if you’re okay.”
“Don’t you worry about us,” Sophie smiled, stepping away from the truck, coaxing Daryl down from his raised position as she did. “You worry about your wife, and that baby of yours. I want to hear about all the foot massages you’ve given her when we get back.”
Cringing at the memory of pregnant Lori, Daryl found himself less than jealous, the fingers of one hand releasing Sophie’s unwillingly to clap the younger man on the back. “You sure you don’t wanna come?”
“If I did, I’d never be allowed back, not on Maggie’s watch,” he smiled cheekily, the way his eyes shone enough to tell Daryl that he was entirely sure. “Although, maybe Carl’s seat will need filling.”
“Over his dead body,” Sophie laughed, setting the steady pace as they trio moved back towards where their respective houses sat nestled towards the back of the walled compound. “Besides,” she considered a little more seriously. “I think going out there will be good for him. There is so much he needs to relearn…”
Considering her belief, Daryl’s gaze touched on the steel walls through the gaps between less than modest houses, the Virginian sunrise beginning to soak the rooftops with an array of pinks and oranges. He found himself studying the way it coloured Sophie’s white hair a little harder than normal, trying to capture the moment, fully intending to compare the differences with the Canadian sunrise when they arrived. Perhaps feeling his gaze, she turned from her hushed conversation with Glenn to consider him ever so briefly, her weary green eyes shining with a sense of anticipation as they spoke of what she expected from the next few weeks.
No one expected that it was going to be easy, experience having taught them otherwise, but their confidence seemed to stem from the same place, it placed solely on their belief, on their proven ability, to survive. They had endured longer with less before, with greater odds stacked against them. As they followed the curve in the road, the houses ahead seemingly unoccupied, Daryl let himself admit to Vincent’s earlier accusation, the dormant hunter he had managed to cage stirring with excitement, its low growl enough to raise goosebumps along the length of his spine.
Moving up the porch steps towards the dull light that flooded the open doorway, Daryl’s eyes adjusted to find both of the Grimes children perched at the kitchen bench, their eyes red with tears, their fathers with lack of sleep. Knowing the kid better than to say anything, to offer any attempt of sympathy, he moved through the kitchen, leaving Sophie to carefully dance around the sensitive topic of his evident pain in favour of the downstairs bathroom. Though he knew that a shower would make no difference in wake of the day, of the weeks, to come, Daryl did so regardless in a final attempt to wash away the exhaustion that had seemed to permanently settle between his joints.
Squeezing body wash out onto the palm of his hand, he took to the grime that covered his forearms first, the buds of greying soap stinging at the stitched wound there. Moving up his arms and over his shoulder blades, the citrus scent of the body wash enough to tickle his nose ever so slightly, Daryl’s fingers ran over the sutures that were etched into the already scarred skin there, his refusal to take it easy meaning that the stab wound also refused to heal. It was there, shifting to rest his forehead against the cool tiles of the shower wall, that Daryl realised just how old he had become, how worn and weathered his body had grown in the years since civilisation fell to the dead.
Taking in a deep breath, mustering the strength to straighten, to cut the water and to towel himself dry, Daryl emerged from the bathroom dressed in the still clean clothes he had sourced in the darkness that morning just as sore as when he had entered. Frowning at the quiet nature of the downstairs living area, he turned for the bedroom, droplets slipping from the strands of wet hair that clung to his skin to map the path he took. Working to hide a yawn behind a loosely placed hand, cursing the lack of sleep he had managed, Daryl pushed the door open only to falter mid-step at the sight of Sophie standing in the middle of the room, still surprised to find her doing so despite the fact that it was just as much her space as his.
“Feeling a little more human?”
“About as human as the dead,” he groaned, padding barefooted across the wooden floor to perch himself on the edge of the inviting mattress behind her, pausing there to slip on and lace his boots before slumping back with a heavy sigh.
The room fell silent as Sophie abandoned the bag she was shifting through to lay beside him, the springs of their mattress sighing as she settled her head beneath his outstretched arm. “Does this feel as strange to you as it does to me?” She whispered, glancing up at him through thick eyelashes. “Knowing that we’re going back out there, I mean.”
“Ain’t too late to pull out,” he considered, fighting against the increasingly familiar urge to trace the slopes of her collar bone with his gaze, it instead locked on the green of her eyes. “I’m sure Rosita can handle putting a Band-Aid on a boo-boo or two.”
“She could, but why should she get to have all the fun?” Sophie teased, pressing her lips together in an attempt to hide the smirk that dared there. “Besides, I love beating rotters heads in too much for this suburban shit, remember?”
“Yeah, I do, but I wish you didn’t,” he groaned before he had a chance to stop himself, to consider a time where she hadn’t remembered that night, it not all that long ago. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she whispered, the room falling silent, her brows furrowing ever so slightly as she lifted a single hand to show Daryl what she had just been rummaging through her bag for. “I originally made it for me, because of, you know... But I’ve decided to leave it here with Denise…”
With light fingers, he took the small leather book from her loose grip, his eyes running over the cover before opening it with a careful hand. Not knowing what to expect, a soft chuckle bubbled over his pressed lips as he took in the coloured title, it boasting that what he was holding was Sophie’s guide to the end of the world. It was the opposite side of the page that had his throat tightening around the laugh, the tiny inscription of in case you forget catching him even more by surprise. Swallowing the sadness that welled in his throat, Daryl took to quickly flipping through the rest of the pages, considering her rushed handwriting, penned descriptions about bites and a dedication to Hershel’s knowledge on natural remedies.
“Soph…”
“Please don’t,” she whispered, her wounded tone enough to give reason to why they chose not to talk about the accident, to the pain it caused them both. "I don't want to talk about it. Ironically, I just want to forget about it."
Sighing, she pulled herself up from the space beside him, slipping from their mattress to stand beside his bent knee to face him, her feet planted on either side of where the toe of his right boot touched at the wooden floor as she reached out to retrieve the leather book. To his surprise, her fingers curled around the entirely of the hand he held it in, drawing him up towards her. With held breath, he revelled in the way the shallow waves of hers brushed over the damp skin of his forehead, his shaking hands moving around the width of her waist as she dared to lean into him ever so slightly. As his cheek came to rest on the too evident bone of her sternum, Daryl found comfort in the way her heart beat just as quickly as his own did.
Though he didn’t know what came next, he sure as hell didn’t expect the way she all but climbed into his lap, her movements steady, deliberate, in what he could only assume was an attempt not to spook him. Had he of been capable of moving, Daryl was sure he would have fled as she settled on his lap, only to find himself becoming less sure of the fact as her hands snaked around his neck, her eyes locked with his as she dipped her head to trace the length of his cheekbone. His hands hovered above the clothed slope of her waist, his body betraying him with a shaky sigh as she travelled up his jawline. An unfamiliar hunger worked to tighten his stomach, twisting it in knots, as he found himself feeding off her confidence, his own growing as he worked to hold her closer still.
As his fingers grasped at the loose material of her top, hers seemed to move over that of his, tracing over the scars on his back and across his ribcage to still upon the heaving contour of his chest. Working subconsciously to give her better access to the soft skin of his underjaw, another sigh slipping from his crumbling composure, Daryl’s lungs began to tighten with the way the fabric around his hips seemed to do the same, his fleeting moment of embarrassment lost to the way she then pressed her lips against the parted nature of his own. They had kissed before, of course, they had, but it had never been like this. This time was much more than a peck, fleeting and shy. It was slow-building, intense, their lips working together as they seemed to give into the long dormant need to explore one another.
Daryl found himself growing a little more confident with each passing second, the moment stretching on with no sign of ever stopping as she snaked a single hand around his back, it resting on the nape of his neck to pull him a little closer to her, both of his lost amongst her hair. As if that space existed. It wasn’t until a sharp knock on the door beckoned for their attention that it did once again, it both too far and too close as they broke apart to consider the sound. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Daryl dared to meet Sophie’s gaze, finding that her deep green eyes held the same smirk that her lips did. Neither of them spoke as they waited for whoever it was to move on, their voices lost to the awkwardness that replaced the desperation that had consumed them almost entirely.
“Daryl?” Michonne pried, the knocking coming to a stop as he managed a low grunt in response, it enough to keep the woman from opening the door. “Have you seen Soph? Vince is looking for her and the kits?”
“Nah.”
As if you don’t share a room, he scolded himself, cringing as a calculating silence fell over them, his gaze touching on the medical supply packs stored against the wall adjacent to the door. “Must have gone to see Denise. Everyone has started heading down. Are you ready?”
“In a minute.”
It wasn’t until they heard the front door open and close that they dared to move, Sophie climbing down from his lap to stand unsurely on her own two feet once again. “I’ll, ah, I’ll see you down there?” She huffed, suppressing a smirk between tight lips as she gestured to Daryl’s obvious excitement, his cheeks pooling with blood that the rest of his body no longer had access to as she dipped to press her lips against the centre of his clammy forehead. “Can you bring down the other two packs?”
Mumbling in response, taken aback by her casual nature, Daryl shifted uncomfortably at the space she put between them. It wasn’t until Sophie left the room, packed bags and leather book in tow, that he found himself able to breathe once again, his chest heaving shakily as he rubbed at the too warm skin of his face. Pressing the palms of his hands against his closed eyes with a groan, Daryl worked to calm himself, worked to keep his thoughts from settling on anything other than trying to imagine the first walker they would see on the road. Greying flesh, flesh hanging from bone, bone yellowing under the midday sun, sun rotting the shreds of skin that clung desperately to flesh. Greying flesh… Around and around he went, the concentration of blood in both his cheeks and pants doing the same, pumped by an increasingly steady heartbeat.
Eventually, Daryl found himself composed enough to stand, to scoop his bag, the remaining first aid kits and his rifle from where they waited patiently, to move from the bedrooms and into the living room. Keeping his gaze low, hands clutching at the various straps hung from his shoulders, he made the journey to where the others would be gathering at the front gate, to where Sophie would be waiting. Shying away from the thought of her in fear of losing his grasp on the composure he had managed, Daryl found himself uncharacteristically thankful for the crowd that awaited him at the front of the compound.
The morning air seemed to hum with excitement as he navigated the bodies in search of Rick, finding him standing by the fourth and final truck, his daughter perched happily on his hip. Moving to slide one of the first aid kits into the tray of the vehicle beside him, Daryl paused to take the radio the other man offered him, to tell Judith to behave for Carol, before turning in an involuntary search for Sophie. Unable to locate her amongst the small groups, he said his goodbyes to the pair in favour of the next truck, slipping in through where Vincent, Heath, Jake and Glenn talked over the large map one last time, making sure that the latter knew the routes they planned to take. Just in case.
Heaving the second pack through the canvas covering, he turned at the sound of Sophie’s voice, his lungs seizing around the seemingly casual nature of her approach. Shifting awkwardly, Daryl watched as the fingers that had clawed at his shoulder now touched at the wrist of a younger man for attention, the lips she had pressed so desperately against his own curling up at the corners as Jake turned from the conversation before him to consider her with raised eyebrows. Before a sense of unwarranted jealousy could consume his rationality, Sophie simply asked what truck they had been allocated, a knowing smile playing at her otherwise smoothed features as she shifted to follow the direction Jake gestured in.
Moving forward with hesitant feet in an attempt of normalcy, Daryl took the biggest of the first aid kits from where it hung from her slumped shoulders, the pads of his fingers brushing over the exposed skin of her shoulder invitingly. They weaved through the surrounding goodbyes as fluently as possible, neither of them so much as looking at the other when they stopped to exchange them. Glancing over his shoulder as Sophie promised Eric that she would look after Aaron, he watched as Rick bounced his daughter, Michonne lingering nearby to touch at the soft skin of Judith’s cheek before Carol took her with a silent promise of protection.
Turning back to the pair before him as Sophie left them to their own goodbyes, he watched on awkwardly as Aaron pulled Eric in close one last time, holding him there with a sense of longing, as if he already missed him. “You take care of my nephew,” she cooed, Daryl turning to watch as she all but dumped one of the remaining kits beside the second truck to place both hands on Maggie’s stomach before pulling the brunette into a tight hug. “Take care of all of them.”
“You guys be safe,” Maggie nodded, shifting to touch at Daryl’s shoulder as he moved passed her to stow the abandoned pack in the back of the truck. “Look after each other out there.”
“Ain’t like this is goodbye,” he huffed, turning back to consider the tears that welled in Sophie’s eyes as she stepped away from Maggie at the sound of Abraham’s growing impatience. “Couple of weeks at the most.”
“Then it’ll be our turn for a holiday,” Glenn smiled, dodging the daggers Sophie shot him as he pulled her into a tight hug, stepping back to wrap a single arm around his wife’s waist, the other hand extended for Daryl to shake. “I’m thinking Hawaii…”
“I swear if something happens…”
“Nothing's going to happen,” he assured her with a knowing smirk, pausing to clap Vincent on the back as the man paused between them, taking Sophie’s backpack in passing. “It’s not goodbye.”
Having no choice but to take Glenn’s word for it, Sophie sighed unhappily, meeting Maggie’s poorly hidden amusement before turning to slide the final kit in the canvas-covered tray of the first truck. “We’ll radio in as soon as we can.”
Searching through the crowd to meet Rick’s gaze, Daryl too turned for the trucks, his hand resting on the small of Sophie’s back as she heaved herself up into the truck to settle in the middle seat with glassy eyes and a tentative smile. No one said anything as he took the window seat behind Vincent, shutting the door behind him as Jake coaxed the loud truck to life. No one said anything as the gate before them shuddered open, nor did they when the truck rolled forward to leave Alexandria behind. Shifting in her seat, Sophie placed a single hand on Daryl’s thigh as she twisted to watch the forest engulf her view of the walls entirely, his own fingers wrapping around them in a poor attempt of comfort.
It was only when suburbia finally began to fade away, when a faded sign hoping that one day they would return came into view, that Abraham’s voice broke through the soft crackle of the radio. “Hope no one forgot anything,” the man boomed almost excitedly as Daryl shifted under Sophie’s touch to check that his knife was indeed secured around his belt. “Cause we sure as shit aren’t turning back now.”



Notes

Many, many thank yous to Tripper, LisaP10, Thanya and amberryvonnee (hope you are feeling better x). Thank you not only for your comments, but for the little seeds of motivation each of you planted with them. It's hard to come by at the moment, so just know that your comments are very much appreciated. These chapters aren't easy to rewrite, they take a lot of time and effort, so having people willing to give just a little back means more than you probably realise. Also, as per the current reoccurring trend, I'm sorry that it's late, but hopefully the impromptu make out session makes up for it a little. Impromptu because it is. It was never planned, it just happened, I was honestly just as surprised as you are. Maybe a little more.

Over to you x

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