WEAPONS DON'T WEEP.

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STARCROSSED (book one).
°• CHAPTER SEVENTEEN •°

" I CAN DO IT. "

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NEVAEH WOLFHART WAS NO STRANGER TO PAIN. She often lived in it so much that she discovered ways to survive even when it wraps around her throat and tries to choke the life out of her. There were still ways to breathe. She learned it from the best, after all. Elijah Wolfhart taught her to do so better than anyone. After tilting her head back to watch him, she wondered how he could do it. Nevaeh absorbed everything she could about him and hoped she could one day become half as strong as him. Nobody could endure great pain like her brother. If Nevaeh could find it in herself, maybe things would be different. Maybe it'd be much easier to gulp pain like Elijah did even when it shreds bloody everything in its wake instead of turning to something less painful - like pills. But those parts never seemed to be in her. Being a close friend of pain didn't mean it was easy to swallow.

Nevaeh Wolfhart also wasn't a stranger to the Upside Down. It soon became a second home, one that she certainly didn't want because it held terrifying nightmares and led her to an even worse addiction to escape. She remembered when her father would tell her and Elijah stories of their culture so they could always be attached to who they were. Bits of the words are foggy, but Nevaeh vaguely recalls people who could walk in any dreams they wanted or straight into different realities and things that could enhance it. Doctor Owens seems to dismiss it too much when Nevaeh worries it could all tie into each other.

Who knew all of this would come back to bite Nevaeh in the ass?

The second that Nevaeh realizes what Will Byers had done, her heart begins to sink into the deep pit settled in her stomach. She heard the alarms blare first, Mike's footsteps thundering ahead of Bob's before they burst into the room, and then Joyce demanding to know what's going on as she left her son's side. Mike's uneasy voice came last. "We're under attack."

Nevaeh blinks and tries to drag her foggy mind back to Hawkins's Lab. The noises seem to blend all together and her head was about to spin. "Under attack," she echoed it, but it isn't a question. She knows.

She knew the second Mike ran from the room, screaming his head off about a spy and a trap.

Mike nods and grabs a needle from the cabinet behind him. "We need to make Will sleep," he declared.

"What?" Joyce asked, outraged.

"He's a spy! If he knows where we are, so does the Shadow Monster!"

The poor woman shook her head desperately as if she couldn't make any sense of this either. And Nevaeh knew it was fair. This was all happening so fast. She spun on her heel so she can lean over Will's other side and meet Joyce's eyes. "Joyce, he's right, please - if you can trust Eli, you can trust me," she pleaded.

"No - they're lying!" Will screeched in between them.

"He killed those soldiers! He'll kill us too!" Mike shouted over him.

Will starts thrashing. Nevaeh takes a careful step back as Bob tries to stop him, hand pressed over his shoulder, as they listen to him scream, "He's lying! He's lying! He's lying!" His voice quickly becomes pitched and frantic. "He's lying! He's lying! He's lying!"

Then the gunshots came. Nevaeh nearly jumps out of her skin at the sound and her fingers twitched at her sides as she fought the urge to clasp her palms over her ears. She doubts it would do any good. Screams start to echo over the noise. Ones full of agony as something rips into their skin.

"Okay, Will, Will!" Joyce exclaimed to her son as she grasps his arms. His screams start to quiet as their gazes meet. "Listen. Do you know who I am?"

It's a simple question. But Will is dead silent. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Joyce gives him a shake. "Do you know who I am?!" She asked again.

Will's brown eyes frantically dart across her features as if he's attempting to find anything that was familiar. "You're... You're..." He trembled. "You're mom!" He finally decided.

But his hesitation answered Joyce's question before he could do it himself. The woman cast a short glance at Bob and ordered, "Hold him down."

Bob's compliance sends poor Will into a frenzy again. He kicked his legs and screams to be let go at the top of his lungs, squirming under Bob's grip as Joyce sobs out an apology after she takes the syringe from Mike. Nevaeh tears her eyes away from the horrible scene to see that Mike had tears pooling in his wide eyes, having been unable to fight the urge to cover his ears like she had, hands shaking as they're pressed on either side of his head.

"Oh, honey..." Neveah reached out. "It's okay," she whispered and pressed him into her side. She wrapped an arm around Mike's shoulder and squeezed him tightly, resting her other palm over his raven hair. A motherly instinct takes over what she's feeling for the frightened kid scared for his best friend. "Will is gonna be okay, it's alright, honey," she told him softly. Nevaeh's heart snaps when Mike clung to her and buries his face into her shirt, releasing a terrified sob.

She knows it wasn't okay. Nothing was. Will's forceful scream was piercing their eardrums after the horrible choice he was forced to make. But Nevaeh wants Mike to believe it was, at least for a minute - he was just a kid. He was too young. They all were.

They watch as Will's pleads slowly cease after Joyce plunges the needle into his arm and his eyes grow tired. A few last whimpers escape his trembling lips as he falls limp against the mattress. His chest rising and falling is the only sign he's still breathing. Nevaeh has to mash her lips together to keep a cry from escaping and reminds herself of all the times Elijah could do so. She'll fail if she falls apart now.

The door to Will's room swung open again. Hopper used such force that it bangs into the wall and Mike gives a slight jump in Nevaeh's arms. She looks over her shoulder to see the Chief accompanied by Doctor Owens. A horribly familiar growl comes from the hall. Nevaeh squeezes Mike tighter. Here, she isn't sure who needs the embrace more.

"We gotta go, we gotta go," Hopper rightfully panicked.

He rushes to Will and lifts his slack body with ease to toss him over his shoulder. Mike doesn't seem ready to let go of Nevaeh so it breaks her to peel him off when she realizes they have to run. She keeps her arm close though as everyone stuck together and bursts into the hall of horrors that fills with various screams. Nevaeh was so used to seeing nurses and doctors fumble around without a care that it would've been ominous to see such a sight. So it's the Demogorgon's attacking that strikes true fear.

A guard screams as he's pinned to the floor by the weight of the monster. Blood splatters across the linoleum a second later and he stills. Nevaeh thrusts her arm in front of Mike to push him behind her as they come to a pit stop and she prays he didn't see it happen.

Rapid gunfire behind them is a sign they can't retreat. Bob and Doctor Owens guide them into a closet close by. And with a startled shout, the door slams shut, the wood becoming the only thing between them and the Lab now ruled by bloodthirsty Demogorgons.

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ELIJAH WOLFHART WAS NO STRANGER TO EXHAUSTION. The feeling consumed nearly every waking moment of his life. It aches his bones and tries to drag him back to bed, under blankets, where he could rest. But when it came down to it, he was good at shrugging it off. What he wasn't so great at though was fighting the urge to strangle three, irresponsible kids who wouldn't shut up for a single minute. Elijah's heavy eyelids would start to fall and he would sway unsteadily for a moment under the moonlight before one of them would pipe up and say something stupid.

"You're positive that was Dart?" Lucas asked as his shoulder bumps his friends. Elijah knows he meant the one that had nearly crawled through the open latch on the bus and would've named Max as its first victim.

"Yes," Dustin stressed. "He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt."

"He was tiny two days ago," Max argued.

"Well, he's molted three times already."

Wrinkles on Steve's forehead crease with confusion. "Malted?" He questioned.

Elijah rolls his eyes. He knew Science was always his thing, not Steve's, but was he even listening? "Did you pay attention in seventh-grade Biology? Molted," he corrected.

The puzzlement stays on Steve's face as if Elijah had started speaking another language. Dustin huffed. "He shed his skin to make room for growth like hornworms."

It doesn't get their point across any further, but they ignore Steve anyway as Max curiously questioned, "When's he gonna molt again?"

"It's gotta be soon. When he does, he'll be fully grown, or close to it." Dustin took a deep breath. "And so will his friends."

Elijah already feels a shudder. He knew it wasn't from the night's wind either. He didn't think he could do this again. This was going to be one long night.

"Yeah, and he's gonna eat a lot more than just cats," Steve said mindlessly.

The gaggle of kids suddenly stop at Lucas's command. "Wait, cat?" He grabbed Dustin's shoulder and forced his friend to look at him. "Dart ate a cat?"

"No! What? No!" Dustin lied.

Steve blinked in further confusion. "What are you talking about? He ate Mews."

Elijah sighed and pinched his forehead.

"Mews? Who's Mews?" Max asked.

"It's Dustin's cat."

"Steve!"

"I knew it! You kept him!" Lucas accused with an angry jab to Dustin's arm.

Dustin's stammer wasn't helping his case. "No! No, no. No, I... No, I..." He gave Lucas a desperate look. "He missed me! He wanted to come home!"

"Bullshit!"

"I didn't know he was a Demogorgon!"

"Oh, so you admit it?"

Elijah lowered his hand and tried to step in between them. "Listen, shitheads, this is the least of our problems," he stated. He didn't care if he wasn't being helpful.

"Guys, Eli's right, who cares? We have to go," Max insisted.

"I care! You put the party in jeopardy! You broke the rule of law!" Lucas accused.

"So did you!"

"What?"

Dustin flashed his light in Max's face. "You told a stranger the truth," he reminded him.

All of Max's earlier words are flown out of the window as she snapped, offended, "What - a stranger?!" And stormed towards them angrily.

"Oh my God, I'm so over this," Elijah hissed. He could feel a headache coming on. He doesn't know if it's from being tired, the new medicine he's been taking, or these little shits arguing, their voices piling over one another about breaking the rules of law and other stuff he couldn't care less about. Elijah had to turn away so he doesn't grab them by their hair and bash their skulls together. The temptation was getting stronger every second. At least they'd be unconscious and not fighting over something stupid.

Then Steve spoke up. "Guys?" The kids are too busy fighting to notice, so Steve looked over his shoulder to someone actually listening. "Eli?"

"What?" Elijah muttered and followed his steps. The moonlight was poking between the trees which just made the rumbling growl Steve had heard that much more ominous. Elijah reached behind his shoulder for the ax poking out of his bag. He carefully grasped the wooden handle below the blade to rip it out.

With his weapon in hand, Elijah shouted, "Guys!"

The three kids immediately shut up.

It makes it much easier to hear the noise. At first, it's only leaves rustling, bugs chirping, and branches snapping, but the animalistic snarl is soon heard above it all. Elijah kept his grip tight, scowled back at the noise, and remembered three words: I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid.

Max voiced her concerns about heading towards the sound, but the boys block her out as they gathered together with the older ones in lead and abandon the trail tracks behind them. Elijah used one hand to brush aside the branches in his face. The group used their lights to guide their way. The trees would soon open into a clearing anyway before following a long slope. They look like bundles of bushes surrounding a quiet, dark building in the midst of it. Fog rolled like waves around the shelter. It's hidden quite well, almost as if it was never meant to be seen. And Elijah supposed that was the truth. If the doctors once inside had their way, no one would have ever known it existed.

"It's the lab," Lucas announced above their stunned silence after he lowered the binoculars over his eyes. He took a deep breath. "They're going back home."

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WHAT WAS HOME? It's not a place Nevaeh Wolfhart was familiar with. The four walls and a roof that Tobia had to move his children into after their mother took a turn for the worst never felt like it. The household before, a big, empty one surely wasn't it either. Neither did the boys she fell into bed with. The pills that were too big to swallow and left a hole in their wake couldn't possibly be the home Nevaeh had been searching for. And she refused to believe that this Lab, slowly but surely being torn apart, would never be it.

The thought made Nevaeh tremble. She wasn't just terrified of the battle that rages behind the wooden door keeping them safe. She didn't want to be that person again. They even had to sit in the dark once the electricity went out. She couldn't stop shaking. Her quivering fingers clutched her kneecaps that bobbed with every bounce of her leg. Nevaeh had to keep blinking to keep the tears that built in her eyes from falling. She couldn't believe this was happening. She couldn't believe there was no way out.

Still, Hopper, Doctor Owens, and Bob tried. Nevaeh wanted to believe they were idiots, but it didn't seem to matter either way. They couldn't stay here all night and hope for a rescue. They'd be devoured before anyone would find out the Lab was under attack. They couldn't call for help or even try to escape without the electricity back on. No matter how she looked at it, Nevaeh knew they were screwed.

"... If you wanna unlock the doors, you have to reboot the computer system, and then override the security codes with a manual input," Bob insisted as soon as Hopper laid one hand on the door handle.

"Fine. How do I do that?" Hopper grumbled.

"You can't. Not unless you know BASIC."

"I don't know what that means."

Mike pushed himself off the brick wall he was leaning on. "It's a computer programming language," he cut in.

Hopper retreated from the door with a grave stare. "Alright, teach it to me," he ordered.

The demand made Bob scoff. "Shall I teach you French while I'm at it, Jim?"

"C'est ridicule," Nevaeh mumbled under her breath. She wrung her shaking hands together when she noticed Mike's gaze flicker to her in confusion about the use of French. Nevaeh shrugged back. There was a reason she was trying to help her brother keep his grade up. She had the knowledge to do so, she just didn't like to admit it.

Once they discovered Doctor Owens also knew nothing about BASIC, Bob took a deep breath. Nevaeh doesn't know who he's trying to convince more as he decided, "Okay, I got this. I got this."

A soft, shocked cry comes from Joyce. "No. Bob," she begged desperately.

"It's okay," Bob whispered as she jumped into his arms for an embrace. Joyce buried her face into his neck as he held her close. "It's gonna be okay." They pull away and Bob tried to smile. "Remember. Bob Newby: Superhero."

Nevaeh felt her knees wobble as they try to hold her weight once she stood. She cleared her throat. "I'm going too," she announced.

"No," all of the adults say together.

Nevaeh folded her arms across her chest to hide how she deflated. "I can do it," she said stubbornly. Her dark brown eyes hold a begging stare. She just wants to prove herself to be as brave as Elijah, she just wants to be like her big brother. "Let me help. I know those things out there. I can do it," she repeated.

They don't know how bad it would be. How Nevaeh could run all she wanted when she dreamed or when she was in the other world, a place like something out of a nightmare. But if she didn't take a stand now and fight, Nevaeh was terrified that she never would. She was tearing up at the thought. She refused to let the fear control her. She had to do this, she had to.

"No, Nevaeh," Bob insisted kindly. Nevaeh's features crumbled. Why wouldn't they let her help? Did they think she couldn't do it? He put his hands on her shoulders. "Your job is to take care of your friends here. They're safer with you." He tried to smile. "Plus, I'm a little afraid of what would happen to us if your brother finds out something happened to you."

Nevaeh's lower lip trembled as Bob squeezed her shoulders before retreating. She slumped back against the wall with the desperate wish that Elijah was here.

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ELIJAH WAS NOT IN THE MOOD TO PUT UP WITH ANYONE'S SHIT. He just about dared whoever was yelling outside of the Lab to try and start a fight. He was covered in filthy dirt, scratches thanks to tree branches, struggling with a throbbing headache, trying to block out the arguing kids or possible threat of monsters around them, and clutching his ax like his life depended on it. So Elijah dared any idiot that wanted to cross their path to try him. He was just waiting for the right moment to snap.

"I've had a shit day," Elijah mumbled angrily as someone demanded to know who was there from the other side of the trees, "And I swear to God - "

The group burst out of the trees and Elijah hears two familiar voices shout in confusion, "Steve?!"

"Nancy?" Steve replied.

Relief flooded through Elijah. His tired shoulders slump at the ease of seeing his best friends. "Jonathan!" He exhaled. He darted across the grass to meet Jonathan in the middle and throw his arms around him. Elijah hadn't seen them in so long. It felt great to have them back again. He sighed in relief at the embrace Jonathan returned.

"What are you doing here?!" Nancy exclaimed as if she was furious from behind them. Elijah pulled away to see her blue eyes were flickering from him to Steve.

"What are you doing here?" Steve challenged.

"We're looking for Mike and Will."

The mention of their younger siblings sent Elijah's back straightening. He glanced suddenly anxiously from Jonathan to Nancy. The thought hadn't even occurred to him until now. "What about Nevaeh? She said Doctor Owens called about something in, um, the Lab - " He pointed to the dark building ahead of them. "So we're kinda hoping nobody is in there."

"We're not sure if they are," Nancy responded. Her eyebrows furrowed.

"Why?" Jonathan added.

They get their answer when they hear a very familiar roar rip across the dark sky.

Elijah lets them argue as he stormed across the field and towards the closed fences where Jonathan's car was also parked. Nancy looked from the back of his head towards the arguing group and announced, "The power's back!"

She's right. Elijah's shoes skidded to a stop across the gravel as he took in the large and intimidating building. Lights had finally appeared through the windows as if they had just flickered on. Jonathan dove into the small security shack and tried pressing the button to unlock the gate, but nothing happened. Elijah frowned and looked over his shoulder. His best friend looked equally frustrated through the window that it wasn't working.

"Let me try!" Dustin snapped. He shoved his way inside the shed and pushed Jonathan aside despite his muttering protests. "Let me try, Jonathan!" The clicking of the button still did nothing. The gate wasn't moving.

Elijah had enough waiting. He wasn't the most patient person and when it came to his baby sister, even when she's frustrated with him and they haven't been able to have a normal conversation instead of a spat, he was going to tear down that damn gate or anything in his way to know if she was safe. Elijah hiked the ax over his shoulder and started towards the fence. He welcomed the adrenaline like home and felt it bring his blood to roar in his ears.

A hand clamped over Elijah's shoulder and dragged him back. Steve's voice echoed over the beat in Elijah's eardrums, demanding, "What the hell are you doing, Eli?!"

Elijah jerked his shoulder away. "I'm going to hop the fence and save my sister," he snapped as if it was obvious.

"Okay, well, that gate is, like, twice your size and there's barbed wire on the top. You're just going to shred yourself!" Steve argued. "Our best bet is to stay put."

Elijah's only response was to stick his middle finger in Steve's face.

He didn't care if his emotions are clouding his judgment and could possibly get him killed. Elijah was about to stride back towards the gate and rip it down, ripping into his skin be damned when he heard Steve huff and sneak his arms under Elijah's armpits to haul him back. He released a shout of protest when the soles of his shoes scrape at the gravel below to try and kick himself free. "What the fuck, Harrington, let me go!" Elijah shouted.

Steve is prepared for any struggle Elijah's going to give him. He heaved the thrashing boy backward, hollering over him, "You're going to get yourself killed!"

The second that Elijah has to think, he can't do so calmly. He can feel tears pool in his eyes when he squeezed them shut and pictured every horrible thing that could come to mind. Nevaeh being ripped apart by Demogorgons and her blood smeared across once white walls. Nevaeh being trapped in the Upside Down again, lost and scared.

"I don't care," Elijah whispered.

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NEVAEH RAN LIKE HELL WHEN BOB GAVE THEM THE ALL CLEAR. She was grateful as hell for how brave he was. So was Hopper. The Chief guided them out of the closet with Will slung over one shoulder and a rifle propped in his free hand. Nevaeh was close to his back with Mike and Joyce behind her. They bolt across the hallways and pretend they aren't stumbling across dead bodies or passing walls splattered with their blood as if none of that was going to haunt them for the rest of their lives. Once they race up a deadly quiet staircase and reach the EXIT doors, Nevaeh swore she could almost breathe. Almost.

Mike opened the door for Hopper to carry Will through. Nevaeh paused when she noticed that Joyce stayed behind, anxiously eyeing the doorway that should've been left behind. She's waiting for Bob. Nevaeh pressed her lips together and joined the woman's side. "It's brave what he's doing for us," she said softly. She knows they can't wait forever, but she wanted to. Nevaeh loved with all of her heart just like her older brother. She needed everyone who was still here to make it out of this alive.

Tears sprung in Joyce's eyes before she nodded. "It is," she agreed.

The wooden door suddenly swung open, startling the both of them, but it wasn't a monster. It was Bob. He was drenched in sweat from running and fear as he clasped his hands over his knees to crouch and take a few deep breaths. The door he had slammed shut behind him pounds as the Demogorgon hits it again and again.

"Bob!" Joyce exclaimed in relief. The man stood and smiled at the woman he was deeply in love with, the relief of surviving evident in his eyes.

"You did it," Nevaeh whispered. She tried to smile at him too, slightly breathless herself. They were going to get the hell out of here. "Bob... Thank you."

All of a sudden, Bob was flung to the side when a creature leaped out of nowhere and tackled the man to the ground. Nevaeh's smile instantly fell into a look of horror. Joyce releases a terrified scream that can't overpower the pained one that Bob gives when the Demogorgon above him lifted its claw before bringing it down, ripping into his gut.

Blood stained the scrubs Bob was wearing and started to pool on the ground below. Nevaeh swore all she could see was the red through her blurred vision as both of her shaking hands flew to cover her mouth, muffling the wail she released. She would've crumpled if she let go completely. Nevaeh can sob no, no, no all she wants, but that won't stop the monsters she was all so familiar with piling over Bob even when Hopper tried to shoot them. It doesn't work. There are too many.

And Bob's already gone.

Nevaeh can't get rid of the image in her head of Bob reaching for them. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth and reached even his fingertips. She sobbed again as Hopper has to wrap one arm around Joyce's frame to drag the screaming woman away and hook his other through Nevaeh's arm when the girl can't bring herself to move. He takes both of them outside before they're attacked too and kicked the glass door shut behind them.

The glass nearly shattered as the Demogorgons slammed their bodies against it. Nevaeh finally caved into what she had wanted to do for a while and clapped both of her hands over her ears as Mike screamed, "What happened?!" And Hopper shouted, "He's gone! He's gone!" When Joyce tried to fight him.

A sudden car honk breaks through the barrier and reached Nevaeh's ears. She slowly lowered her hands and opened her eyes when a car pulls up close to them and Jonathan Byers's face peered out the open window. "Come on! Get in!" He called.

Nevaeh didn't find the strength in her to move until Mike threw his arms around her. Hopper had one hand on Joyce's arm to drag her towards the car and had already flung Will over his shoulder again. She swore to God she couldn't move until Mike guided her to Jonathan's car.

It's a tight squeeze until they make it to the parking lot. Hopper made quick work of finding his own car while Nevaeh finally found her strength to pile out of Jonathan's despite Nancy's faint call for her to find her brother's. It's easy to spot the rundown, black car amongst the empty ones that she parked. Nevaeh dug into her pockets for the keys and threw herself into the driver's side without another thought.

She breaks into a fit of sobs once she's planted. Nevaeh then took a minute. She released a pained scream and threw her fists into the wheel as if pounding the leather and bruising her knuckles would relieve her of any pain that tore apart her insides. Nevaeh wished she didn't have to stop, but she does. She swallowed the thick lump in her throat and inhaled a sniffle to put the broken shards together.

She could fall apart for a moment, but only a moment.

Nevaeh put the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. She tried to keep her breathing even as she followed Hopper's vehicle speeding after Jonathan's. They reach the open fence where sudden solace draped over Nevaeh's tired shoulders like a blanket.

Elijah was there. His brown eyes were sad and desperate as they scanned past the first two cars, one of which Steve started piling the kids into. He's at ease the second he sees his car and his sister behind the wheel. Nevaeh let free another cry as Elijah quickly rounded his car and opened the car door, giving her shoulder a slight nudge. "Go on, move over!"

She worked quickly to unbuckle herself and crawl over the gear shift in the middle to plop into the passenger's seat. Elijah makes himself at home in the driver's side and quickly took over once the door slams shut. Nevaeh tried to sink further into the seat when she noticed her brother's eyes try to glance from the road and at her state of mind.

"Nevaeh? What is it?" Elijah questioned worriedly.

Nevaeh finally gave in. She sobbed again and her head fell onto her brother's shoulder. Elijah kept one hand on the wheel and curled his fingers into her hair with the other, fingers scraping into her scalp. Nevaeh squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to block out the death of Bob Newby still haunting her. This feeling wasn't foreign to them. They can fight, argue, and banter, but when it comes to how much they love one another - there was no question about it.

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author's note:

omg there's so much i wanna talk about in this chapter -

firstly this was one of my first times suddenly switching povs from elijah to nevaeh so as promised, y'all got a little insight to her view of everything. there were a lot of unanswered questions in the past im hoping are starting to be answered and made clear here. nevaeh's ability is based off of a character from supernatural named kaia which basically means her mindset can bounce between alternate worlds or dreams, which is something from native american lore, and the pills a doctor from hawkins lab gave her enhanced the ability. not that i'm turning a belief to spin into angst - elijah, nevaeh, and myself are all literally native american. anyway, there's certainly more to come on that when nevaeh becomes more stable and learns to control it better! if you have anymore questions about it feel free to ask!

AND NEVAEH COMFORTING MIKE CAUSE UNLIKE HER BROTHER SHE LOVES KIDDOS AND <33

the parallel of elijah beating up his car when will "died" to nevaeh beating it up after bob died, i can't. my favorite siblings.

lastly ... after watching volume 2 there was something similar that happened that i literally had planned for either nevaeh or elijah for like a year now, like, are the writers reading my mind? tf? anyways i promise that season is going to hurt like a MF. sorry in advance guys please don't hate me <3

i think that's it. hello to my new readers again and welcome to the train of pain <3

- koda

TRANSLATIONS:
"C'est ridicule" - "This is ridiculous."

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