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❝ nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux mêmes .❞
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& MALIA

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    “ Allison. ”
she listens to her talk, eyebrows scrunching up in confusion. she was someone important. allison, who died saving her friends. allison, whose name made the whole pack go silent. the ghost of a girl that malia never got the chance to be friends with was sitting on her bed. she had so many questions for her — more than allison would probably want to answer. so many questions, and malia could only manage to ask—
    “ Why? Why me, when the rest of the pack is…? Do you not want to see them? ”
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      ❝ yeah, that’s me. ❞

               ; her nose scrunches again at the more difficult question. she could tell her                   either of the truths; that she doesn’t have that much control over where she                   appears, or that she’s not sure she wants to see the people she loves. it’s                   not like she’s tangible. she can’t hug lydia or stiles or scott; she can’t make                   them any promises to stay. it would be too fleeting, too painful when it was                   over and she was gone again... but that’s a huge load of emotional bullshit                   to drop on a stranger, so she just shrugs and goes with the first explanation.

      ❝ i don’t get to pick and choose where i end up.           i can think of a place, doesn’t mean i’m sure to           land there, though. it’s a pain in the ass, but at          least i’m sentient. being totally dead is scary... ❞

#shecoyotate#v; like a patrick swayze movie
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& BETH

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          ❝  beth.  n’ no, just me.  ain’t even got somethin’ worth stealin’.  ❞
          it was against her better judgement,  letting  a  stranger  step  so  close  with  no           weapon  drawn,  but  beth  was   tired.   exhausted.   hungry.   three   days  had           passed without a single sign of water or food, and sleep was no more abundant           when her body was merely  running  on  fumes.   of  course  she  was  stupid  in           allowing her guard to fall, but this stranger looked  to  be  in  the  same  boat  as           she.  those tired eyes, the dirty hair.  they were one in the same, alone and  lost.
          ❝  that gas station up there picked dry like the rest of ‘em?  ❞
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     ❝ well beth, lucky for you i’m not a thief anyway. ❞

             ; there’s a hint of indignation behind her words and she relaxes her arm, hip                 jutting out to let her elbow rest flush to it. the poor girl - beth, her name is                 beth - looks half dead and hurt all over, a little like she remembers the few                children they’d had in their fairly small group looking in the last scary days                before they... well, that was a long time ago now. in a rare moment of pity,                allison pulled her half empty water bottle from the side pouch of her pack                and tossed it to the other girl after taking a long swig from it herself.

     ❝ i haven’t checked yet, honestly. i’m hopin’ not. ❞          

#v; living dead#southernbird
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