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Rated 'WTF'(I honestly think you shouldn't be reading this, if you don't know what that acronym means)

The dizziness remains for only a few seconds and then I find myself in a cemetery.

My knees wobble a bit, and I have to spread out my arms to stabilise myself.

After balancing, I hold upright and with my arms at the back. The neighing of a horse makes me turn to my right.

There are three horse-drawn hearses here-- and three servants are pulling out the family members and one corpse out. They heave and sigh and are finally able to unload the hearse and put the bodies on the ground.

Marietta, Cruento, Dannato and Dannoso's skins are already in their coffins with the lids open. The former three have several bouquets on their breasts, while the latter only has a wilted bouquet on his chest.

Meredith stands on the left-- with her hands locked and put on each other. Her chin may be high, but her gaze is on the small squirrel playing in the grass.

She's wearing a traditional black silk gown, with a black net scarf hung loosely around her head. The lace confining it seems to only add fuel to the irony.

Her scarf isn't pinned, but one end of the scarf is placed on the other to prevent it from falling.

Grave holes are already been dug and one of them has a larger distance in between, as compared to the others.

Everything is grimly silent-- with only the sound of shovels clashing with the dirt echoing.

I look around the cemetery and conclude that it's almost like the one back home. It has two dead trees near the entrance, while the rest of the vert is lush green.

The only difference is that every single single grave here has the surname 'Maleece' written on it.

A large chunk of soil hits on the ground nearby-- forcing me to look.

The servants have finished shovelling the soil and are stepping back. They crowd at the right three graves.

The headstones have everyone's names engraved into them. Dannoso's grave is on the left with name is written in with a black ink; while, Marietta and the twins' names are written in a silvery colour. Without sparing a single glance at them, Meredith treks forward and sits in between them-- making the squirrel playing at her feet run away.

Hoofs thump on the ground-- forcing everyone to look up.
The rider is a middle-aged man with bags under his eyes and a top hat that can beckon even a storm.
His black horse has a sack on its side, and he bends down to produce a letter out of it.

The butler runs up to him, hands him a few coins from his pocket and waves for him to go. Grunting, the rider kicks his heels on the horse and runs back: probably to some port near the island.

The butler scratches his cheek and answers Meredith after her raising her chin at him. He announces,
"It's from your mother's friend, Mistress: Estelle Knightley."

Meredith's lips part, but close. The butler tries to soothe her with his words,
"You don't have to brood over it, Madam. I shall write to her immediately-- telling her of..." he trails off and gestures to the graves.

Meredith shakes her head-- and gazes at her mother's grave.
"No. No one must know of anyone's death. Let my family live, even under the cruelty of the soil," she sighs, "I will write to her myself. Please deliver the letter to my quarters."

The butler nods, and Meredith turns to the graves again. Her knees descend and remain rigid on the dirt, along with her shoulders. She takes a deep breath and waves at the servants.

A middle aged woman steps forth from the servants-- the one who tended to Dannato after he hit the mirror-- but Meredith's gesture of dismissal turns into a halt.

"Perdonami tutti, signorina ... Siamo stati avvolti in un sonno così pesante..." she mumbles.

Forgive us all, Madam... We were enveloped in such a heavy slumber...

Meredith only shakes her head.
"So che mio padre ha assicurato che ogni singolo di voi dorme, mentre ha fatto l'atto. Tu non sei tutti colpevoli."

I know that my father made sure to have every single one of you asleep, while he did the 'deed'. You all are not miscreants.

The servant bites her lower lip.
Turning towards the others, the latter sighs and claps to get everyone's attention.

They trudge away-- without uttering another word-- and pass through the graves as if they aren't there.

Great. Now they're ghosts too.

In actuality, they can NOT see the cemetery. Even you can see it, only because of Kathleen and me.

Thunder rumbles in the skies. The maid whips around-- only to see Meredith sitting staunchly. She sighs and the butler ushers her away.
Meanwhile, Meredith refuses to even let a sprinkle of emotion cascade down her face.

A shiver runs down my spine and I whisk my around here. I narrow my eyes near the numerous of trees besieging us, but find no one.

I thought I felt someone there...

I pull a strand of hair behind my left ear and press my lips into a straight line.
As soon as I turn, the trashing of leaves echoes around-- forcing even Meredith to stand up.

Her fists coil, while my eyes widen at the man with silver hair-- striding towards the graves. He doesn't stop there-- rather, he turns and walks right past me to another grave with the name 'Adelia Eleanor Maleece'. He only catches a glimpse of it before Meredith jeers at him,
"How. On. Earth. Are. You. Here."

"Please, don't phrase your words like that. You sound like your dead father." He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms behind himself.

Meredith scoffs and demands,
"I am his daughter, and I asked you a question. Every being with the art has to answer a question or summon."

Arsenio sneers at her,
"I know that, Madam. Thank you.
The enchantments in my room broke after your father died. Hence, here I am."
He spreads out his arms, before tucking them away again.

Does that apply to you two, too?

No, we are both ghosts. Ghosts are, in a way, on the barrier between mortality and immortality.

Meredith grunts, and Arsenio's gaze travels to Dannoso's grave.
"Your father finally tasted the outcome of opposing nature."

The girl stabs a finger at his direction and says, "Nobody deserves death, Sir."

Arsenio perks a brow and questions,
"Not even me?"

Meredith's raised finger drops.

Arsenio shakes his head. He walks forward--with his hands still behind him-- to Dannoso's grave-- while still staying at a distance of a few feet.
"You still feel woe for him after what he did to your own mother and siblings?"

Meredith folds her arms across her chest.
"He was good to me."

"Does that change reality?"

Meredith screws her face in utter disgust and hisses,
"Are you here to spit out pointless philosophical questions, or something else."

The old man presses his lips into a straight line.
"I reiterate: You are so much like him." He points to Dannoso's grave, making Meredith turn her head towards it.
"And the boy never did even a damn thing correctly."

Meredith's chest rises up and down, but she manages to keep her arms folded firmly,
"That boy gave East of Eden an heir, which you were never able to."

"Did he? If my memory-- which ought to be quite lethargic at my age-- serves me, I see," he looks around himself, "I see only a maid of five-and-ten. Not an heir."

"What nonsense is this-"

"To be blunt: East of Eden needed an heir-- and you, my dear, lack in that criteria.
If Dannoso was so clever as to not force himself upon your mother, then Dannato would have been the Gifted child-- the rightful heir and scion. His hastiness caused our bloodline to end forever. There shall never be another Maleece-- ever again."

Meredith opens her mouth, but is not able to utter words as soon as she'd liked.

My own chest heaves breaths-- and Arsenio rubs his chin.
"Has the constraint rune-- that Dannoso put on your door that night which YOUR incantation cancelled out-- finally worked."

"I-"

"Cannot be more helpless.
Not only am I older than you, my powers have also recovered after being in captivity for so long." He brings a hand from behind his back-- and instead of being a wrinkled-withered one-- it's fresh with shining skin.
Arsenio smirks after seeing Meredith's face drop.

Though, that expression does not last on her face. It was soon replaced by a tilted head and a mischievous smile.

"I-- being my father's daughter-- learnt from his mistakes. And his mistakes taught me to never leave a single page in the asylum's library unturned."

Now Arsenio's face drops, but it is quickly replaced by arched eyebrows.
"How..."

"I was a rather adventurous child-- and that lead to my finding a rather fitting incantation for you. An incantation that I-- a maid of ten-and-five-- can easily perform."

A vein in Arsenio's neck actually becomes prominent as he slowly understands which spell she's referring to.
"I will still succeed."

This time, Meredith is the one smirking and bring her right arm out. Her thumb and index finger are pressed against each other as she announces,
"We'll see."

Another shrill of thunder booms, just as Meredith clips her fingers and yells,
"Shatterio!"

Both of them stay still, as if frozen in time.

Meredith's hand remains raised and Arsenio remains with his leg in the air-- unmoving.

Huh...

Meredith's hand falls, as her breath comes in ripples. She smiles at seeing Arsenio crumbling in a million pieces -- literally.
My mouth stays agape at the scene before me.

Arsenio actually shattered. In front of me. Like a broken mirror.

How...

The 'Shatterio' spell is a 'test of character'. Both opponents are transferred to some unknown place and their 'character' fights for them.
Character is-

-Not dependent on age...

Exactly.
The one who fails: shatters, literally.

I touch my cheek with the back my my palm and find it chilled-- to the bone.
Even Meredith blinks that the broken shards that used to be Arsenio-- and then at her raised hand.

Arsenio's shards then turn into dead leaves and wilt into the soil, before the rain starts toppling from the greyed clouds.

It does not soak me, does not make my clothes cling to my person.
It just falls and gets absorbed by the ground.

All the animals and birds have disappeared. I put my hands into my opposite arm pits and wait for Meredith to make an action.

She takes a deep breath, and rubs her shaking hands on her face-- as of to cleanse it of something.

Meredith throws her head back and lets the water directly plummet on her paled skin-- the kind of pale that I had forgotten she had till now.

I expect her hair to turn a shade darker, but it doesn't. It remains the same.

After immersing herself wholly in the rainwater, Meredith takes a sharp intake of air.

She waves her skirt and starts slogging through the dirt-- the hem of it completely ruined now.

The rain keeps hitting my skull, as I spread my hand across my mane-- still dry.

I pull a strand ahead and stare at it. What Meredith and I have been through... it's as different as dry soil and the sea.

That is the beauty of suffering. One always feels its crest deepest in their own chest.

I remain silent.

Perhaps, it is time to admit that you ARE in pain for more than a few moments, Lindsey; and to, as your generation says, 'take it easy'.

Throwing the strand back into its place, I change the subject:
Where's Kathy? She's been awfully quiet.

Henry sighs in my head.

I'm here! Here! I just had some work to do-

I narrow my eyes.
Work...

Just as I utter those words in my head, Meredith's voice blares out,
"I can see your miserable state there!"

My hands in the pits fall to my sides.
"You can?"

Blinking a few times, I find that Meredith wasn't talking to me, but to some shadow under a drenched tree. The shadow looks like ashes and dust combined together in some spiraling form.

"Why are you here!" Meredith shouts again, making me look back and forth between the two.

"Mistas... Lemanako assistasa familas."

Mistress... I am for your family's servant.

The girl smirks,
"Is that why you abandoned my father to die on his own?"

"Enako ainka assitas jinka mok! Inka sinass familas... Immortalia gindas mortas!"

If I had not escaped then... no one would be able to serve your family's noble deed.

Immortality will be a gift for all mortals!

Meredith narrows her eyes.
"You speak in a language unknown to me. Yet, I still understand. Tell me why, and I shall consider your prattling."

"Inkas heiras familos probare..."

That is the proof that you are your family's true heir...

Meredith rubs her chin and gazes at East of Eden, which is now only a few feet away. She rubs her chin, while keeping an arm folded around her chest. Rotating her head in an semi-circle, she looks at the cemetery again.

"Very well... you shall provide the necessary accessories I need, but not for immortality... for something else..."

The spiral of dust moves up and down in mid-air, as if to nod at her.

Meredith shakes her head and advances towards her house with clenched fists and grinded lips.

Meanwhile, my head looks up as the rain stops, and day and night change as if they were on a timer.

"Dear Lord..."

I pull a foot up and blink.

Severals suns and moons pass; numerous rains and humidness glide through; countless plants die and rejuvenate.

Shifting my gaze from the sky and plants, I see Meredith still in front of me-- but a bit taller and longer hair-- almost lioe she's in her late teens to early twenties.
She isn't wearing that scarf from before; though, her dress remains black.

I fumble ahead, even though there's no need for it.

I'm now in a dark room with a table sprawled with large books in the centre-- and a bed pushed to the side. The dying flame of a nearby candle remind me of where I am.

It's Meredith room.

I was outside and now I'm here...

I sigh.
Apparently, everyone loves surprising me.

Meredith jerks around from the table-- her expression hardened despite the round face and softly curved nose. She glares at the door before permitting,
"Entrare."

With that, the door clicks open and the old housemaid walks in. She has a bonnet fastened on her head, and a cloak around her person. She pleads in Italian,
"Madam, please..."

She shakes her head
"I have decided. Everyone will leave East of Eden, except for me."

"Then who will take care of you, and this household!"

Meredith raises a brow.
"I am old enough to care for myself. There is nothing left for you all here."

"But-"

Meredith shoots the maid a glare.

Her mouth opens and it drops.
"Perhaps, I can be of some assistance... one last time."

Meredith looks down at the book on the table and scrunches her eyes.

She sighs,
"Can you show me your hand?"

The maid tilts her head to the side; Meredith only smiles.
"I won't bite."

The woman removes her off-white glove. Her hand is wrinkled and covered with a thin coat of sweat-- a metallic ring also surrounds her left ring finger.

Meredith whispers,
"Custos."

In the next second, the room is filled with the woman's muffled scream-- and the colliding of a metallic ring with the floor. Her body shakes in horror at looking her fin-- previous ring finger-- on the floor.

Blood drips from the socket of her empty hand.

I almost gag.

Meredith doesn't make eye contact with the maid who looks at her sorrow.

"I needed an innocent's finger.
And I took your ring finger, as I saw your husband with another one of the maids-- a few days ago."
She looks up at her gaping mouth and then the hollow hand.
"Now you can make him regret for this-- for all eternity."

"But why... why do you need..." the maid breathes out.

Meredith silences her by proclaiming,
"I shan't voice my reasons, but the battle between mortality and immortality must be fought-- for conservation and preservation."

The mist appears again, just as another whimper echoes.

Even though I should be used to this fog, I wade through it. My palms only catch the velvety fog.

A sudden spark emanates the blurriness, which clears it all up.

Turning my head sideways while rubbing my neck's back with a palm, I find myself in the same-- except with different accessories.

The table's been pushed to the side along with the bed, and the shadow from before floats at Meredith's side. She eyes the items on the table a few feet away, while the shadow complains,
"Ishta lenamo jolooka, Mistas... Immortalita mussen firta!"

Why are we doing this, Mistress... Immortality is a must above all!

Meredith shoots the shadow a glare and folds her arms. She's still wearing black.
"I see not how this concern you.
No more questions. You have brought all of the needed accessories, and for that, I am grateful.
Please leave me now."

"Mistasli!"

But Mistress!

She shuts her eyelids in agony and points a razor-thin finger at the door.
The shadow grunts and wades through the door with a sound almost like nails screeching on marble: it's soft and yet, harsh.

Meredith shakes her head, while giving a burning look at the accessories sprawled on the table.
Her steps drop on the wooden floor. The evening light from outside infiltrates through the same old translucent curtains.

She picks a petri-dish like flask, while heaving a few breaths.

I flinch and my feet stutter backwards-- my back hitting the bed. Meredith hurls the dish to the floor with a swing of an arm-- the dirt in the it scrambling on the floor. Meredith's hands grip the table's back, while her skirt's back press against it.

"Dirt of graves."

Removing her hand from the table, she levitates a finger from under a few boxes and flings it on the dirt.

It's the maid's finger.

"Flesh and sweat of an innocent..."

Her head flicks at the table, staring at the phial on it. It's in a downward triangular shape, but it has a scarlet-coloured liquid in it. Squinting my eyes and leaning forward, I see a few... shard-like materials in it.

Is that...

The phial collides with the floor, as I realise what it is.
"Menstrual blood of the caster."

A flame ignites from the pile that devours it.

It burns and I feel its grimy heat even in this damp room. A smile splatters on Meredith's face.

The fire extinguishes before giving a final sprout of heat.

My eyes flicker to Meredith's falling smile and furrowing brows. She scratches her forehead and whirls around. Her hands stutter at the books-- scrolling through them.

Straightening my arms into parallel lines, I lean down to peer at the flame's previous spot. It's the same as before: a thin layer of dust part particles on the wood.

By the time I look up, Meredith tramps shuts the door with a strident thump and leaves-- making even the candle at the bedside table rattle in its tray.

The light coming from the curtains dims and brightens as the days and nights shift.

From the counting I do under my breath, it's been a week.

Meredith still hasn't come back.

My feet spring on their own and I plod out of the room with long steps.

The hallway is the same as before-- with very little brightness and a bold-gloomy darkness.
However, the ticking-tocking of human feet comes from somewhere ahead.

Pursing my lips, I advance towards the noise.
I pass by the same broken that injured Dannato, but I don't pay heed to it.

Still my chest feels heavy.

This situation is going to make me an angina pectoris patient...

An image of Henry passing out and clutching the left side of his chest covers my vision.
Grimacing, I push it away.

By the time my mind processes my surroundings, I'm already in a large hall with wall-length windows.

It's like the the corridor next to Meredith's bedroom, but not entirely.

This place wasn't here before...

Meredith stands near the window-- the moonlight accentuating her skin.
Her hands are pressed together, while her elbows are shaking.
"Why didn't it work..."

"But it did, my dear."

She whips around at the sudden voice, and so do I. Hard heels click in the darker side of the room.

"Who. Are. You?"

"You wanted to know your future, no," the voice answers.

Future...

Meredith grunts and releases her hand from the grasp. She raises it and her lips part, but the voice laughs.

"That won't work on me.
You can try, though; Your kind has a tendency to be quite... tenacious."

Meredith pulls her fist down.
"Who. Are. You."

No reply comes-- though, the clicks sustain.

"Knock, knock, who's there?"
Who's there, you ask."

That poem...

Meredith scrunches her face.

"Friend or foe, you might not know."
The voice takes a step further, as if coming towards the light. It almost seems masculine-- familiar too.
"You mere mortal, how can you know?"

The person steps forward-- his face illuminated by the moonlight.
His shadow looms in the background, while his emerald green eyes smirk. He has chocolate brown hair.

My jaw drops.

"In one way: I am called Henry Fitzwilliam Knightley. And after a few centuries: Dylan Nathaniel Knightley."

The person laughs at Meredith's brows creating ripples in her forehead.

He's wearing a light blue waistcoat tightened around himself, while his white sleeves flow loosely.

He looks like Dylan, and yet, doesn't; he doesn't look like the boy I know who smiles while aching inside; he's not the one who conned me into Italian class; he's not the one who'd wake me up every morning and then disappear for seven years.

That's not my brother.

"Was there anything between you and Meredith?"

"There was and was not."

"Don't touch me again."

Henry, I know this... thing looks like you, but did Meredith ever force you...

She did.

I press a hand against my sweaty forehead.

I'm sorry.

No further reply comes, as my back presses against the cold wall. Yet, my body is still slick with sweat.

"How can you be my future? You're a person." Meredith flails her arms at him and leans forward in exasperation. Her back is towards the window-- cloaking her face in darkness.

He tilts his head and puts his right finger under her chin, making Meredith pull her arms back at her sides
"My dear, I think are clever enough to fathom that."

Meredith doesn't recoil, but tilts her head. Her eyes search for something before closing at his leaning down and pressing his lips against hers.

Everything fades away again, but this time: I catch of Meredith caressing her arms against him.

What the hell is wrong with these people...

The piano room comes onto the stage, but without a worried mother afraid of her own child. A dusty mark of the old cross still remains solemn.

Meredith and the person sit on the rectangular stool next to the piano. Her back is slanted against the covered keyboard, while he is bended forth with his legs spread out.

The shadow also slithers around, but it is looking through the window behind the two.

"You have to leave?" Meredith asks.

"I have to leave-- in a few days' time."

Good.

Meredith leans forward and puts her hands on her lap. He looks at her from the corner of his eye.
"I, unknowingly, summoned you from your clan. How can you go without my consent?"

Oh great, now we've got demon clans too!

He smiles. "Beings like me stay out of their clans as either summons or moral evils. Like that slave you have. Summoned demons remain here for a certain amount of time."
He gestures his thumb at the window in the back, and the shadow escapes from sight as soon as Meredith sets eyes on it.

WHAT!
I flail my arms about.

Lindsey, we may be in your head, but your internal screams can be really pitchy for us.

My arms go to my sides again, ignoring what she's said.

Meredith's... dating a demon. Literally.

In modern terms,
yeah she is.

I sigh.

Why is he so different from the shadow? He can even speak English. On top of that, he looks like Dylan- Henry.

Only summoned demons can take the form of a human, and when they do: they obtain 'some' of that human's qualities. That's why.

He reaches out, takes Meredith's hand and stands up-- making her unfold her legs and do so herself.
"But, after I go, you shall be able to find me in a dwelling called 'Edenfield'."

"Will I?"

"Yes," he concludes by putting a spare hand on her waist.

The haze saves me again; though, it keeps changing its hues. Sometimes it's sunset orange, sometimes night blue, sometimes metallic grey and sometimes phoenix red.

I shake my head at remembering somebody with red hair.

Now, I'm in Meredith's room again. From the translucent-greyish light coming in from behind me, I wager for the time to be around seven or eight in the cloudy morning

The door is on my left, while the window in front of me is still open-- shading light onto the table shoved against it. A single piece of paper, however, lies stranded on a book. My eyes shut and I turn around because the book cover's golden thread shining into them.

Meredith is still in her bed-- her maroon bed covers draped over herself.

The left side of the bed is wrinkled and the pillow's been pressed down.

She tosses and turns in the, before begrudgingly opening her eyes.

How long has the time shift been?

About seven months.

Seven days. Seven months. Seven years.
Great, we have another number trolling us.

Meredith's raven eyes stare at the empty spot-- wrinkling her lips.
Meredith sits up, and her legs pull upwards-- while keeping the sheet close to her chest. Her crinkled hair sashays across her bare shoulders, as she searches across the room-- till she finally looks upon the table.

Meredith slides her legs out of the cover by slipping to the side and bends her back to pick something up-- the tangled sheets still covering her rear.

She picks up a white night dress from the floor and slides it over herself. Standing up, she pulls her hair out of the collar and prods towards the table.

Her steps are careful-- like a prey trying to stray away, but unable to.
I take long strides to keep up with her.

Meredith doesn't notice me-- her thumb nail grazes her lips.
Once reaching the table, Meredith's thumb fondle with the folded half before opening eye.

A flower sprouts out of the paper. Literally. A striped carnation out of nowhere. I take a step back, as the flower falls on the floor.

Meredith shakes her head and presses a palm against her cheek.
Though, even the hand grazing its nails on the paper falls limp.

"Invisibilia transitum," she utters, before escaping from the room's walls like a ghost.

I bend my knees, while still keeping my gaze at Meredith. My hand fumbles to find the letter on the floor without the help of sight and I eventually have to look down. A strand falls on my face and I have to shove it behind my ear again. The letter has only one line:

"My time with you is now complete. That carnation is your future, henceforth."

Have these single-liner letters always been in fashion? I'm painfully behind the trends then.

I scoff and stand up-- reminding myself to float through the wall again.
The table in front of me doesn't hit my waist either-- I pass through it in a single haze.
The grass beneath me seems to have lost all of its shine and grandeur.

My steps are slow, as I make my way towards the girl.

Meredith casts her head back and points at the sky. She looks distraught-- like the green splinters underneath are making her feet bleed. Even the breaths she's exhaling seem to choke her.

"I. Never. Deserved. Any of this. Nothing at all!" She flings her hand pointed hand towards the cemetery and then at East of Eden.

The same hand then pounds her chest.
"I only loved. Loved my parents and siblings. Loved them with every ounce of the art coursing through my veins!
And you took them from me...

"I loved Henry. And even he is now gone! The only person who seemed to understand me! My friend, ally and lover... Gone! Because of you!"

My brows downcast and so does my chin.

Meredith curls her fists while still looking up.

"I will not succumb without a protest.
The world will bleed for everything it's done to me.

"Everything will end in embers and ashes!"

With that, her knees give up-- her hair turning into the charcoal black I knew.

Am I the only one who can see the arse in ARSEnio?
Yes, that hidden pun is why I am named him that. Plus, the meaning is pretty ironic.

Sorry to anybody named Arsenio XD

Hullo everybody! How're you? :)
I had some health issues and local celebrations going on, so I'm late ;-;

Oh and don't worry if you felt uncomfortable while reading those last scenes. You were supposed to.

Even my irl best friend(who's used to my madness and sometimes edits for me when I'm busy) let out a very 'flamboyant' string of curses at that. XD

I think this is the longest chapter I've ever written too.
4.9K words for the actual chap and 100 hundred for the AN.
FIVE thousand XD

I WAS going to make the last two scenes into a separate chapter, but... I felt like that'd be synonymous to dragging.

The music in the media box is 'Faith' by CHVRN. Weird how even the composition's name is perfect for this XD
And the song I added after the warning is 'East of Eden' by Zella Day.

I remember listening to this song last year and then my(weird) mind started brewing shit up. XD

Remember when I wrote something like 'Keep me in the cages/Under the Control/Running in the dark/To find East of Eden' on my MB a few months ago?
I may or may not be referring to the song and this chap. XD

... I've just realised that with how elaborate Meredith's story is... I can actually write an entire novel on it.

But I won't. 😇
Meredith's story is done and over with.

Now that I've said that... what'll be the next chapter about.

Anyways, are any of you participating Camp NaNo July? If so, tell me in the comments and don't forget to vote!

This is this week's question:

Y'all felt grief for Meredith in the last chapter. Your sentiments now?

Have a fantastic week!
Love,
MS Zame