PANDORA'S BOX.

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LOST IN FIRE (book three).
°• CHAPTER THIRTY •°

" FIGHT BACK! "

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        All she could remember is running. Sparks of memories start to flood like waves in Harley's mind before becoming fainter no matter how desperately she grasps on, determined not to forget. Until there's nothing. There's nothing connecting Harley Murphy to what laid beyond the Anomaly. She's nothing but a blur running through a mist of green, her back turned as if she was terrified something was chasing her. She doesn't pause to breathe despite how badly her lungs beg her to. Harley only knows something was wrong. She can't stop sprinting far away from whatever was behind her, whatever she can't remember -

Harley's head pops out of the blue waves. Her throat and lungs burn from the amount of water she's inhaled.

"Hope, sweetheart, this is Octavia and Harley... My friends."

The very same water drips from Harley's hair as she listens to Diyoza tell them with a smile what their temporary home was named... "Skyring."

A little girl Harley can't quite name looks at her with wide, blue eyes almost covered by bangs as she exclaims, "I'm training so I can help you save your brothers!"

The same girl stares in terror as Octavia, crouched beside Harley, vouches, "I promise you, Mommy, Auntie O, and Auntie El will come back for you."

She strains against the metal that clasps her wrists against the leather chair, throws her head back, strains her neck, and screams, "Leave me alone! Get out of my head!"

The scream continues to echo. And then Harley bursts out of the Anomaly, flakes of green lights surrounding her before fading in the air.

Harley stumbles so much she nearly tumbles over as her legs finally give out. She rams right into the man himself, Gabriel, who catches her and Octavia. He grunts as they hit the ground with the weight of the pair on top of him, the two girls who couldn't stop running from whatever had been chasing them. Harley's too busy catching her breath, desperately racking her brain for anything that could answer her questions, but nothing comes to mind.

The last thing Harley remembered was diving into the Anomaly after Diyoza with Octavia, and it's as if seconds later she reappeared.

"You're healed," Gabriel marvels, sounding amazed as he cups Octavia's arm. Harley's eyes dart past him to see he's right. Her limb was back to normal, as if nothing ever happened, as if it was never decaying.

That's all Harley cared about in the first place, she realizes, that Octavia is alright. Because not even a second after he makes his declaration, her body becomes limp as it surrenders to darkness the Anomaly gave her and she promptly passes out with one last, weak groan like it had drained her of everything she had.

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Something was different, and Harley could feel it buzzing in her nerves. It whispered the confirmation quietly. There was something different about her. But she couldn't put her finger on it despite how louder it became with each passing moment. She realizes this the second her eyes had opened with a quiet gasp. Harley felt so out of place under Gabriel's tent. Something in her system told her she didn't belong here, she belonged somewhere else. She can't identify what it was and assumed in her tired haze that it was Sanctum where her family needed her.

"Welcome back," Gabriel greets them. Harley rolls over and almost lands on Octavia. Gabriel must have carried them both back to his tent and laid them in his bed. The comforter under her shifts as Octavia pushes herself on her elbows to try and sit up. Gabriel plops himself on a chair in front of them and grasps her hand in his. "Tell me what you remember," he commands as he runs his fingers down her arm, amazed at the recovery she's made.

"Um... Nothing."

Harley sits up too. Her head pounds at the movement and she winces, her hand flying to her head so her fingers could brush against the spot of pain. She can feel an open wound on her scalp. Her fingertips are stained with blood when she pulls her hand back. Gabriel's eyes are drawn towards the spots of red. "You're bleeding," he notes before challenging, "nothing? Nothing at all? You followed Diyoza into the anomaly. Come on, think. When you came out, you were running from something. What was it?"

"It wasn't nothing," Harley whispers because she knows it's something, but she can't pinpoint exactly what yet. "We just can't remember."

Their answers only frustrate Gabriel. "I've been waiting years," he rants. He pulls out a small storage box and retrieves a roll of bandage to toss at Harley. It almost bounces off her chest, but she catches it and starts to unravel the tan cloth. Gabriel watches, dark eyes widening at the blood that sept through the cloth. It isn't much, but the red stands out so prominently that he suddenly exclaims brightly, "Maybe I can give you both a little help."

He's now busy kicking aside a rug and brushing away the soil underneath so Octavia gently turns Harley's head towards her. The touch takes Harley by surprise. She didn't think Octavia would ever touch, much less look at her, like that ever again. This was something she was sure she would never deserve to have again. Harley's still staring, lovestruck as if the stars themselves had stroked her skin, while Octavia takes over with the bandage. She's as gentle as possible as she parts the strands of hair, allowing the air to brush against the injury, leaving a sting in its wake. Harley snaps out of her daze and hisses.

"It's nothing bad," Octavia reassures. She carefully lets Harley's hair fall like a sheet again and protects it. "It should scar over soon."

A loud squeak from an underground door startles them both. Gabriel yanks a chest from the hole and clicks it open. A line of metal canisters is inside and he counts them each before choosing one in the middle. Whatever's inside must be dangerous as he ties a rag around his lower face, underneath his eyes, before twisting the cap off.

"What is that?" Octavia wonders out loud.

She pushes herself off the bed and starts towards him, but Gabriel quickly waves her off. "Red sun toxin, highly concentrated. Stay back," he warns. Harley stands too and notices a green cloud of smoke start to swirl in the air. Memories of her time in Sanctum, ones she could actually remember, brought Harley to hold her breath. She wouldn't dare get too close after her first experience with the toxin.

"That's the same stuff we saw in the air on the way to the anomaly," Octavia remembers as Gabriel works furiously with the contents.

He nods. "Good. You were paying attention." Gabriel closes the canister and pulls the rag off his face again. He squeezes a nozzle he had filled with it into a tiny dish. "This will be much more intense than that. It's amazing stuff, really. Produce deep in the ground, it's given off by trees. It drives every living creature in Sanctum mad. They kill themselves, and the moon feeds on their corpses." He brings it to hover above a small candle flame and allows it to boil before stirring it. "Josephine theorized that's why life here never evolved past reptile phase. Humans weren't supposed to come, but we did. And as we do, we made improvements. Trust me, this will help you remember."

"What if there's nothing to remember? We were only gone for a few seconds," Octavia insists.

"Right," Gabriel agrees. He wipes his hands together until they're dry and clean. "And yet, you came back healed. Harley has a fresh wound. Your hair is clean, Octavia, and Harley's, hers is longer." Harley frowns and touches the end, unsure, only to see he's right. It's grazing her shoulders now instead of sweeping around her chin. "You were running toward me instead of away as if - I don't know, someone or something was chasing you."

The frustration Harley saw in Gabriel turns to desperation. "Look, listen to me," he pleads with them. "Until tonight, no one has ever come out of the anomaly, okay? No one. Now, I believe you were both gone for much longer than just a few seconds and that you came back for a reason. I want to know where you went and why you returned. Why don't you?"

"Because I've been through that shit before and I'll never forgive myself if I hurt another again," Harley spat. She suddenly stops. The poison behind her words was cold, but the words themselves were ones that she didn't think she'd say after years of this.

"You won't," Gabriel promises. Harley glares with distrust. "Believe me. It'll only knock you out, you'll have some sort of... Out of body experience."

But the pair remain uncertain. "Really? Have you ever done this before?" Octavia demands.

"A long, long time ago," Gabriel answers. He takes turns dipping two needles into the dish as he speaks. Green fills the plastic. "Russell and I used it to find out whether any trace of a host's mind remained after resurrection. The answer was no. Instead, it unlocked parts of our own minds, things we'd hidden from ourselves, answers to what our greater purpose was. His was to turn us into gods. Mine was to make sure that he couldn't."

Harley wondered what that meant for them.

"What's ours?" Octavia questions.

Gabriel flicks two thick strands of bands made of rubber out from the desk. "Maybe we'll find that out, too," he says. He offers a hand extended towards Harley first, but she yanks away before he could graze her. "I know you're afraid," he sympathizes. "I was too when Russell shot his family and many others. But that's exactly why you can trust me."

Trust was something Harley held close and personal to her heart. She trusts Octavia and Murphy more than anyone, trusts Spacekru with her life, and Gabriel, well, he was a stranger to her. But he was trying to help. This wasn't just about the studies he's worked on his entire life. Gabriel wanted to help Harley and Octavia understand a part of themselves they haven't unlocked yet, something left behind in the anomaly.

Harley doesn't feel like herself when she reluctantly sticks her arm out. Gabriel, pleased by this, wraps the band around her upper limb so tightly that her skin turns red and swells. The needle pierces her skin and fills her system with the mysterious liquid. "I'll be monitoring every move the whole time, acting as your guide, what we call an adjuster." Gabriel rips the tie off her and moves onto Octavia with the same process.

"Once you're under, you'll want to follow signs of the anomaly," Gabriel explains as he finishes before pushing past them.

A wave of nausea rushes over Harley. She struggles to spin as Octavia mutters, "Signs? What signs?"

But Gabriel was gone. Harley blinks in confusion as the sickness washes through her. She can still see Octavia, though, as she realizes exactly what this was - the out of body experience Gabriel explained. She's never had such an experience before. Harley was tired, weak, as if she was sleeping, but stable enough to carry her weight that hadn't even been heavy.

"Harley?"

The whisper of her name caused Harley to spin. A small, wooden crate was flashing green through the split lines at her. Her head cocks curiously. It shone with the same color she saw from the anomaly, the same place that called her home. Harley's hand was just outstretching towards it when she jumps away.

Another crate on the other side of the tent bounces with quiet thuds that startles them. Harley turns again, slower this time, to see this box glowing red. Distorted voices shout violently as if someone was inside, pounding at the walls, attempting to break free. It's in more of a rageful state than the other, and that's what draws Octavia towards it.

"Those are signs, right?" Octavia mumbles. She supplies Harley with a faint smile. "Red light, green light."

Harley shakes her head. She's afraid, but she doesn't dare admit that. She felt as if they were about to open Pandora's box. "Octavia - "

"It'll be okay," Octavia says. She sounds so positive that Harley almost feels at ease. They were here. They had to do this.

She gives Octavia one last look and allows her to open the box of rage as she carefully peels the lid off of the emerald one.

The top of the box bursts open. Harley's head tilts back in silent awe as she watches the green light emerge before surrounding her until she can't see anything, not even Octavia, but the color green. It reminds her of Octavia's eyes. That is until the light begins fluttering as they morph into leaves, swirling around her, leading Harley to feel as if she opened the box to a hurricane and was now stuck in the middle. She continues to turn in circles, calling Octavia's name louder as the leaves spun faster until it sounded like the wind that carries Harley out of Gabriel's hut and into another world inside her mind.

Harley knows it isn't real as the leaves dwindle away. She keeps telling herself it's not real, it's not real, it's not real, as she stands planted in a familiar wood area. The clearing is open, tents scattered around, various supplies for survival.

It's not real, she tells herself one last time as she turns around and realizes she's a few yards away from the dropship that carried her to a brand new life.

"Shit," Harley exhales in shock. She hasn't seen the dropship, since, well... God, it's hard to remember. She thinks it was when she left with Kane, Octavia, and Bellamy to rescue Monty who was under the threat of Pike, but she can't pinpoint it exactly. Harley hasn't lived at the camp for so long it felt like a fever dream so out of reach that she can barely grasp the memories even if they were some of the best moments of her life.

Was this what she saw in the Anomaly? Or was this where her questions were answered?

There was only one way to find out, Harley supposes.

Harley looks down to scan at herself. She's still in her body, but her clothing had been swapped for what she sported during her time in Polis. Instead of a sword tucked in its sheath, a gun's holster is strapped around her hip. She then takes slow, cautious steps towards the dropship. She barely glances at the abandoned tents around her. She knows she'll want to stop and investigate more when she knows there was something in the dropship. But that's what Harley was scared of. Something told her she didn't want to face what laid in the path before her.

She comes to a stop in front of the torn, red curtain draped over the dropship opening. Harley didn't realize her hands started shaking with nerves until she lifts one to peel it back slowly.

A million memories follow like a blow to the head and she suddenly feels dizzy with how many past moments have taken place here.

Harley glances to one corner and remembers her chin dribbling with blood from her vomiting, Murphy crouched over her as he whispers, "I'm your brother, Harley."

She looks to the ladder and remembers the first time she saw Octavia Blake who grasped at the pegs and called her brother's name moments before her victorious scream of, "We're back, bitches!" Just outside.

Finn, floating in zero-gravity. Harley, unintentionally giving Clarke an idea for the battle against grounders. Bellamy, torturing Lincoln and scaring the shit out of Harley. Raven, nearly bleeding out from the gunshot wound Murphy gave her as Harley almost did the same from her sword wound. Monty, being a gem as they try to keep Jasper alive together by locking Murphy out of the level.

Harley wasn't completely sure if she's still hallucinating her past when she sees a figure near the wall. Someone is crouched, head bowed, and she's immediately on guard, fists clenched at her sides. But her blood runs cold when she hears a light, familiar laugh, and the head shakes, revealing a mess of blonde curls.

"Easy, Peach Pit," they laugh. "It's only me."

A strangled noise passes Harley's lips as she chokes out, "... Clover?"

The girl grins back. She looks older, as if she never died, having been frozen in time at the young age of seventeen, now almost Harley's height. Her hair had grown out past her shoulders now, but her green eyes still gleam like this was the first time she had seen Harley. They held love, something understanding, something well and truly alive.

Tears burn at Harley's eyes as she darts across the dropship floor and launches herself directly into Clover. Her arms are already open as she throws herself into them, hugging Clover as tight as she could as if she'd be ripped away all over again. Harley lets out a muffled cry as her face buries into the shoulder covered by a jacket made of leather, but Clover only hums, one hand tracing circles into her back, holding her together before she can shatter.

"Harley," she says quietly, her breath hitting Harley's ear. "You know I'm not real."

A sob breaks free as Harley cries back, "I know."

She knows. Of course she knows. Clover died in the Mount Weather explosion because Harley trusted Echo and told her to stay behind, to stay with her family. She was merely a hallucination in Harley's mind, but she wasn't ready to let go just yet. It was like Clover was real and had aged with her, it felt like she was still alive. The warmth of her body makes her believe so, long enough that it can make Harley feel alive, too, even for just a moment.

Harley remains aware that this vision of Clover isn't real even when she apologizes again and again in sorrow, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry - "

"Hey," Clover cuts her off firmly. She pulls away and Harley can feel the gloves on her hands rise to cup her face until they're eye to eye. "You did what you could with the information you had at the time and I get that. I'm sorry you've been carrying this for years, but that's why I'm here for you. That's why you wanted to see me here. I'm what you didn't want to face... But it's time to let go."

Her thumbs brush across Harley's cheeks and she realizes that tears have escaped without her permission. The guilt she's been carrying had started to feel like mountains and she had finally broke under it all in a way Atlas never had. Harley tries to deny that with a quiet, "Clover..."

"You've been carrying that guilt for years, Harley. When will you understand none of it was your fault?" Clover insists. A sad smile tugs at her lips. "I told you a long time ago you can't save everyone. You can't blame yourself for those you lost along the way. It turned you into this."

This, Harley thinks. Her faults got Clover killed. She murdered two in cold blood, to protect her brother and herself. She couldn't convince Lincoln to stay instead of sacrificing himself. She left Jasper at Arkadia to commit suicide. She killed Kara by leaving her in the lab with the worms. Monty and Harper passed on alone without a goodbye. Nova and Rose died under her watch. Harley looked in the mirror and saw someone selfish, cold, who couldn't let go of the chains of her wrongdoings.

"I can't let go." Harley squeezes her eyes shut and sees a girl pop up. A girl with long hair, scared blue eyes, but a smile brighter than any lights the sun could carry. The girl turned about to be her, who she used to be. Harley shakes her head and pulls away from Clover's touch, opening her eyes again so the image vanishes. "I can't be her again."

"I'm not the only one you can't face."

Harley opens her eyes again to see Clover staring back knowingly. It's like she's reading her mind while being inside it. She knows how weak Harley believed she was then and thought toughening her soul out would make the guilt fade, but it didn't. It only made it worse. Clover gives her the saddest look possible with an even worse smile as she says, "You're distracting yourself with me. You need to go back out there."

A shuddered breath falls as Harley swallows another sob. Once again, Clover's right. Maybe one day she can forgive herself for the decisions she made years ago. It's possible she could even forgive the ones she made now. But to do that, she had to dig into the deepest parts of herself and open Pandora's Box.

Harley was afraid, and she was using the image of Clover so she didn't have to dig any deeper. "I can't," she utters with a shake of her head. "I am always going to be this."

"You were strong before. You just didn't believe it." Clover takes another step forward. "Go, Harley." She takes one of her hands and places it over Harley's chest. Her palm feels warm as it listens to the way her heart pounds underneath it. "There is nowhere in this universe you can go that I won't follow. I would never leave you. I never have."

She doesn't cry as Harley does, but she still closes the space between them and hugs Clover again because she knows she'll never get another chance to do so. She feels her arms squeeze her and feels an inch of something that feels like bravery as she inhales deeply, then gasps out, "I love you. I miss you so much."

Harley Murphy loves Octavia Blake more than her life. That was a fact in her life, something as known as the sky being blue. But she didn't shove her love for Clover aside when she fell in love again because when she suddenly died, a part of her did too, and she couldn't let go. She made room for how much love she had for someone else. She added space to her heart and opened up for another, but it wasn't to fill something empty. It was to make a new spot. There was never a minute that went by where Harley didn't love Clover. It doesn't mean she loved either of them any less.

"I love you too," Clover whispers back, her tone giving away the smile she held. They both know there's no need to say she misses her because she's always been with her even after all this time. She's the first to pull away. "You have to let go now."

Harley takes one last look at Clover because she knows it's the last one she'll ever have and holds on to the memory. Her hand trails down her arm, she feels one last squeeze, and then does one of the hardest things she had to do by walking away.

You can't save everyone, Harley tells herself as she steps around the cover one last time and her breath catches in her throat as she finishes, even yourself.

She's not in the dropship camp anymore. Harley blinks and every sign she was once there is gone. She's hopeful as she glances over her shoulder that she'd see the ship still there, but it's vanished. Gone. As was Clover again.

It's as if Harley entered a whole other world. It almost looks like an open arena. Her eyes glaze over and process where she is. She recognizes parts are spending time there as Praimfaya was approaching, Polis. And there are hundreds of eyes staring back at her. People she knew or had once known, grounders, sky people, those waiting as if this was an open arena and she was about to put on a show. And Harley sees why when noticing the one figure in the middle.

It's strange, really, to be staring back at the clone of yourself. Harley Bostwick, Prisoner 251, stands nearly at her height despite being only seventeen years old. Half of her pin-straight hair had been pulled back so it was out of her face to reveal freckles easily comparable to the stars, scattered under ice blue eyes, holding fear instead of frost. She looks so young, so innocent and naïve, that a pang stabs at her heart. A metal wristband peeks out under the sleeve of her delinquent jacket.

This was what Harley truly couldn't face, she realizes. The younger girl was harmless and yet, Harley's knees wobbled. She wants to close her eyes until she could wake up from what felt like a nightmare, scream to Gabriel that she was done. This couldn't have been what was inside of the Anomaly. There had to be another way.

A smile tugs on the delinquent's lips as she says, "You can call me El, if that makes it easier. Everyone has."

"I'm not doing this." Harley forgets what Clover told her, that she had to let go, as she spun on her heel. The second she does, the gap behind her closes with another group. She's enclosed in the field, and there's nothing she can do to get out.

"Come on," El's laugh follows her. "I wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't hurt anyone. They used to call you a butterfly, remember? Harmless, beautiful, constantly moving..."

Harley slowly turns again where El was waiting. "I think everyone knows that's not me anymore." She lets Clover's words sink in again. You were strong before. You just didn't believe it.

"You know that's not true." El takes a step to the side and crosses her arms over her chest, a tick that Harley used to have when she wanted to look tougher than she felt. "Clover died believing your heart is pure. Clarke and Monty told their children stories about you, the real you, the one who is nothing but good."

"Good?" Harley echoes with a laugh that was sharper than razor blades. She could feel her anger boiling like the red sun's toxins have taken control again. Maybe it has. "Clover was killed because of you. You let others protect you even if it would cost them their life." She expects El to burst into tears because she knew it's something she would have done years ago. But she doesn't. And it only makes Harley more furious. "Do you know what you've done?"

"Yes. I am you, after all." El lets her arms drop and tries to smile again. "Do you want to know what happened in the anomaly?"

Harley feels her heart skip before it sinks completely. Her rage starts to simmer instead. This was what she was waiting for, this was her ticket out of her personal hell in her head. "What happened?" She utters quietly.

"You changed. All because of Hope."

The words bring Harley to scoff as if she's done hearing this conversation. What did hope ever do for her? It was a path she could never take again because she wanted to survive this time.

"Get out of my head," Harley snarls before her voice rises with every word that follows. "I don't want you here, you hear me?! You're dead! You're nothing!" She's practically screaming now, and she can feel her temper return, the anger becoming so powerful that her hands shake as they clench into fists.

"I know you don't believe that," El whispers and the gentleness in her tone brings Harley to another level of rage. "I told you - I'm you. I know everything you're thinking. And you're scared to be yourself again - "

She's cut off when Harley explodes. She charges and swings without thinking of the consequences. Her fist collides with El's jaw and the delinquent cries out in pain, her hand flying to cup her mouth. Harley glares her younger self down, waiting for her to make a move, but she doesn't. El stares back, eyes wet, one hand cupping the spot bound to bruise. Blood had already started drenching her bottom lip when Harley attacks again.

Another punch, another, a fierce kick to her chest followed by another hit, that sends El on her back. Harley's knuckles had split with what she's done by facing her demons, but she doesn't stop. Not even when El's nose and mouth pour with more crimson liquid, bruises beginning to form over what skin could be seen.

"Get up. Fight back," Harley demands in a cold sneer. "Fight. Back."

El coughs weakly. Blood spews from her mouth and dribbles down her cheek as she chokes out one word with a feeble shake of her head, "No."

Anger so powerful causes Harley's shoulders to tremble with the force of it as she screams until the chords in her throat shred to ribbons, "Fight back!"

"No," El repeats in a gurgle like blood was bubbling, leading her to cough again. She's unsteady, swaying as she tries to stand. She only makes it to her knees before Harley lets out a war cry of despair and threw another punch. It doesn't send El down again. She won't roll over and die like Harley wanted her to even if she can't rise to her feet. She's standing her ground even when she's beaten and nearing defeat.

Harley suddenly remembers the gun in her holster.

It's not real, she repeats again as she yanks it out, but the weight of the weapon tells a different story.

El had barely glanced at the barrel of the gun as it's pointed at her head before she claims, "You can shoot me, but it won't fix anything. I'll always be a part of you."

She chooses to ignore that. Fear and fury won't let Harley listen. El's words are white noise around her now. "Stand up," she demands through gritted teeth.

"No." El pushes herself down until she's resting on her knees. Harley can see the softening look under the blood that dries over her skin. "You are not the destruction you think you are. You're hope. You're love. You're brighter than any sun and... And you don't have to hate yourself anymore."

And Harley wonders if she ever hated anyone in the first place.

So much hate built in her heart since the day Clover died, but so had forgiveness, didn't it? So did love. Harley was love. She loved so many people her heart could burst with it and some of that love would have to be put towards herself, towards forgiveness. Harley was brighter than any sun, but she had to face the truth - she wasn't the destructive flames that burn everything in their path. She was what kept the moon even, kept others warm.

Harley was always better than this. She lets out a choked sob like ripping the cruel part of herself from the half of her that was the sun was the most painful thing she's ever felt. She wasn't a monster. She wasn't split down the middle. Harley was something much better, brighter. She could be a fighter, she could forgive herself, and she can do all of this at once while the sweet girl inside her still lived.

"It's okay," El whispers. She's oblivious to the war inside Harley's mind. Her eyes shut as if she accepted her fate, but she's still smiling under the blood from every blow, every war she survived.

Harley's finger press on the trigger shakily before she releases a cry of both pain and relief. The last thing she feels is the cold metal gun as she brought the barrel to her temple and with a final bang pulls the trigger.

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author's note:

and that's it! thank you for reading harley's story, it was a pleasure to write!

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nah i'm totally fucking with you. harley isn't dead. shooting herself at the end was just to show in some symbolic way that she's killing her new self - and her old self is going to start making a comeback. so it's like with octavia and how she killed blodreina, but backwards? but yeah. harley's well and alive. i promise.

as you can see, i keep my promises as the special character made an appearance! i have missed clover holden SO VERY MUCH. i'm sure you guys have too. it was such an honor to create her character and i wish there was more time i could have had with her, but this is finally tying the knot. harley received closure and she can finally start letting the grief and self-blame go.

i also cannot wait to write harley in the anomaly. can we all collectively say AUNTIE EL???? i was going to keep that a secret but i couldn't resist. it's too cute.

anyway, i think i covered everything. i'm sorry this was the last appearance of clover ever, but harley is about to forgive herself so you're also welcome for that! i can't wait for you guys to see the road of forgiveness, so i'll see you guys again soon!

- koda