This whole fucking ship loved her. Loved. Myself included.
[He misses her still, and he's pretty sure he always will. He hopes again, as he always does when he thinks of her, that wherever she is she's okay. As okay as people like them ever are.]
And they all knew what he did to her. She couldn't even talk. He never spoke to her. He beat her and he shot her and he made her into a weapon and he didn't even speak to her. He crippled her by making her into a living, breathing, killing machine, and somehow she was still happy. She still loved, so people loved her.
And then I drew the fucking pairing. I was so pissed I would've left if it weren't my entire world on the goddamn line, rather than deal with that shitbag.
[ Private ]
[He misses her still, and he's pretty sure he always will. He hopes again, as he always does when he thinks of her, that wherever she is she's okay. As okay as people like them ever are.]
And they all knew what he did to her. She couldn't even talk. He never spoke to her. He beat her and he shot her and he made her into a weapon and he didn't even speak to her. He crippled her by making her into a living, breathing, killing machine, and somehow she was still happy. She still loved, so people loved her.
And then I drew the fucking pairing. I was so pissed I would've left if it weren't my entire world on the goddamn line, rather than deal with that shitbag.