#notcanon and depressing as shit

tw: guns, eating disorders, substance abuse, overdose, drowning, murder, suicide, just everything to do with death

Emilia Flores had already been to her fair share of funerals. She didn't expect the number to rise so dramatically when she moved to Felicity Valley.

Aurora was the first to go. No matter how many recovery programmes she went to or motivational books she read, the fear of failing the beauty standard she'd worked towards her whole life was a hard monster to beat. Aurora had been fighting it her whole life.

Emilia would love to be able to say that Aurora died peacefully, free from any pain, but not everyone gets that luxury.

Her funeral was beautiful. She had it planned long before she passed. Actors were flying in from LA to pay their respects. One of them, Astrid Svennson, sat next to Clover in the pews. The two must've been close, because neither Samantha nor Clover said a word about it, and they didn't even want Aurora's parents at the funeral. Clover blamed them. They said that there was an unreasonable amount of weight loss 'motivational quotes' in Aurora's childhood bedroom. They thought that it was borderline manslaughter.

Grief does things to a person.

Clover's funeral was next. They started using again shortly after burying their wife. It was Samantha that found them, she visited as much as she could and tried to take away anything they deemed 'unsafe', but Clover Copeland was determined.

Two weeks after burying Aurora, Clover was taken out of their shared home in a body bag. They'd taken a fatal cocktail of every drug they could get their hands on and a bottle of vodka.

They left a note. It was completely unreadable to Emilia, but Samantha and Kate understood it. They cried a lot that day.

Emilia didn't want to ask.

Samantha was next. Someone they arrested got released and wanted revenge. She was drowned a few miles away from her home.

Deep down, Emilia knew that if Samantha wanted to fight back, she would've. But she couldn't say that, because as far as everyone else was concerned, they died honourably.

She was buried next to Jason.

Lucie was buried in the same graveyard. Emilia wasn't able to stop her from being just another name on a headstone. At just sixteen, her throat was slit in Emilia's kitchen. It didn't take too long to figure out who did it. It took a lot longer to scrub the blood out of the grout in between the black and white tiles. There was no one alive to help.

So, when a criminal held a gun to Emilia's head, she didn't move. She didn't negotiate, fight back, or call for help. She could hear Agent Smirnov asking her how the negotiation was going over the radio, but she didn't respond.

She wondered how long it would take to scrub her blood out of the grey carpet she stood on. If one day, someone that didn't have a criminal record longer than the US Constitution would move into this apartment, with new floors and no knowledge of what happened. They'd have to, right? It was in a nice location, with big windows and a dining room.

She didn't want to die, but death wasn't exactly an unwelcome guest. She didn't search for it, but meeting the Grim Reaper was like spontaneously sitting down with an old friend and catching up over a cup of tea.

When Death knocked on Emilia Flores' door, she opened it.