(There is a major time skip but that is intentional for the story)

Y/n woke to the music of birds singing and tree branches swaying with full leaves. Playful echos of the children playing outside traveled with the wind through her open window. She raised her head and walked to her open window, breathing in the non-gun powdered and blood clogged air that once poisoned this land. She sat in a well earned peace, ignoring the noises in the back of her brain screaming at her, haunting her, pulling her back to a place she knew too well. The battle field. But, she wasn't ready. She had grown close to this rebel town.

And even closer to its leader.

Well, soon to be official leader. Wilbur proposed an offer for anyone else to run for president. The brunet wanted to prove that he could win the presidency fair and square. As stupid as it sounds, (Y/n) didn't disagree. She played along— afraid of losing the trust she worked so hard to gain.

Something about the entire thing was off. (Y/n) has had dreams every night of a coal bright and lava red temple lathered in deadly lava and hot obsidian. She traveled and wandered mindlessly through the city surrounding the temple. No matter how much she tried to make sense of it, it always seemed like she was only there to observe... to only watch as time passes and her body roamed mindlessly. It was like her own person limbo. A hell for her to visit in her dreams.

The dream made her feel as if the entire thing was just another plan in some Demons books or a Gods sick and twisted game of life and death.

Maybe someone was trying to tell her something. Or maybe she's reminding herself.

Her train of thought was struck to a dead end when a sudden "Ahem" from a male source caught her attention. Infront of her she saw Wil standing at her window elbow resting on the window pane and chin in hand waiting for her to notice his presence.

"Are you alright Love? You seem a little scared." He glanced at her hands which fidgeting restlessly then her face which rested with a panic and dread filled expression. Her previous train of thought left her in an identified trance, leaving her body to respond in the only way it thought it could. She looked back into his eyes and nodded smiling, "Yea. It's nothing... I just... had a thought is all."

He nodded and stood up straight walking to the door way. She followed him and opened the door, "why hello good sir, never knew you could be greeted at the door. How strange I would've never guessed that to be a thing." She teased and mocked. He rolled his eyes and walked in "look recently your 'trances'," he raised his fingers in air quotes, "have left you in a state where I could've been stuck 3 inches away from you and you wouldn't never noticed me unless I forcefully got your attention," he crossed his arms before plopping onto her couch. She sighed then plopped down next to him, "I don't know what wrong with me... everything just feels so wrong... or am I just going crazy?" He nods watching her as she rants and confuses herself more.

"Maybe you need a break?" He suggested leaning back to face her.

She sighs, "I'm not leaving you In control alone. Especially with this election coming soon." She looked at with a small glint in her eye that told him he'd have to cage her in vacation in order for her to relax. And he knew that's not exactly how that goes. He exhaled closing his eyes and leaning back further, "your such a pain in my ass." He sat back up and uncrossed his arms, "ok. When this whole election is over you and me. We will BOTH get a break and just some time to chill."

She rolled her eyes, "that's not how that works Will. After you get the nation we need to put everything into an orderly fashion that could benefit everyone. And you're not gonna do it alone." He shrugged, "fine by me. So it's a deal then?" He held out his hand and the (H/c) female shook it.

Then the time came for the election to be ended with an official leader in charge. It has to be Will right?

No one would ever pick anyone else... right?