SEASON ONE . . . ( act one )

the calm inside the storm

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——      DREW OSBOURNE HAD a lot of regrets in her life. One of them was running away from home. If she hadn't ran away and left her entire life behind, she wouldn't be stuck in the shit hole of a town she was forced to call home.

Her entire life had fallen apart in a matter of hours because she and her boyfriend had argued and then she'd driven off and seen that god forsaken tree.

Everyone sees the tree, Drew learnt.

When she finally found civilisation, it wasn't what she thought it was. She drove around for hours, trying to get out, but every time she thought she'd done it, the old, rickety church came into view again.

Her tires burst when she went around once more and she quickly got out, cursing the spikes that had been laid down. Someone had burst her tires and she was shaking in anger.

March 30th 2022 was not her day.

Drew remembered everything. How she kicked her holy tires in anger and spewed profanities up at the sky. She remembers the dark skinned man that came jogging slowly towards her, holding his hands out the way you would to a feral, frightened animal.

Drew remembers being sat down at the old Victorian manor at the top of the hill, listening to a middle aged woman named Donna explain how her entire life was about to flip the fuck around.

She didn't believe it at first, she didn't believe it until she saw it. Until she saw the bloodshed that those things caused. She couldn't sleep for a week, and whenever she did fall into a state of unconsciousness, it was destroyed by the image of someone's guts being shredded in the middle of the street, illuminated by the street lamp.

It was ironic, really, how the warm glow flooded the cold scene like a spotlight. It was almost like God was forcing your eyes upon the scene, leaving you with nothing else to look at. It made Drew feel violently sick every time she thought about it, even to this day.

She wasn't unfamiliar with death, but she hadn't been introduced to the brutality of it in some cases. She knew the sadness behind it and the excess grief it caused, the wallowing, withering feelings it caused a person to have. The effects it had on the brain, the unhealthy and dangerous coping mechanisms people used because sometimes grief is so corrupting. Grief, in some opinions, is worse than death itself. It can make people do bad things, it can make people feel bad things. Grief can take over a persons life, it can plague their very being and control every action they make or refuse to make.

Drew knew that first hand. She knew it because she was the embodiment of grief. Drew didn't think she could have any more grief inside of her.  Her life had been hard, harder than most, and perhaps that's why she had found this town and been shoved into an entirely new concept of living. Maybe this was her karma, for doing the things she did and making the decisions she made.

But if this was her punishment, why did she meet such a wonderful soul?

Why did Kenny Liu find her and bring back a part of herself she had thought she'd lost forever? Why did he take time out of his day to figure out all the things about her that needed to be fixed, and then proceed to fix her like a broken toy?

Drew always questioned the affinity the Asian boy had towards her, but she never, ever wished for it to go away.

She never, ever wished for him to go away.

— 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔

drew is my babygirl and i
hate to put her through so
much but it's character
depth and plot !!!!

i don't think any of my
books are best friends to
lovers... they're all enemies
to lovers or unexpected lovers
or some stupid shit bcs I LOVE
GROVELLING😈😈😈