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❝ ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀʀ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴛʜɪs ɢᴏ﹖"
How far will you go to see that your
beloved gets the revenge she so
desperately craves? Revenge is
troublesome, it's dangerous.
Ellie sets out on a journey of her
own this time, near...
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Ellie's not sure what she expected when she slips inside Joel's old home for the first time in months. It's quiet, empty of a humanly presence but it's clear that someone has been staying there. There's a plate in the sink, a half read book in the living room on the coffee table and, most importantly, a letter on the countertop. It's not your handwriting by any chance but she does recognize the penmanship. It's Dina's handwriting–not to mention her signature at the bottom of the page–so, that's a good indicator that you still lived there.
You stayed all this time.
She swallows the invisible lump in her throat and picks the paper up from the marbled countertop, scanning it over for any clues of your whereabouts.
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◎ 𝖯𝖴𝖳 𝖠𝖶𝖠𝖸.
A picture of you? Her pulse quickens at the words written on the paper; she hasn't seen you in what feels like an eternity. Going to sleep with the image of your smile in her head every night wasn't enough during her time away; she turns the paper over, plucking the taped picture away from it and examining.
There you are. You're smiling at the little boy while he's grabbing your cheeks with both of his chubby little hands, a wide grin on his face. You look the same, maybe a little tired, but you're still the same Y/N. You still have the same smile that brought her heart to her throat and the same entrancing eyes that filled her stomach with butterflies. You're still you.
The sound of the door to the home opening pulls her out of her thoughts of you, expectant to see you storming in to kick her out. But it's not you.
It's just Dean.
He's muttering something to himself as if he's trying to keep it in mind, on a search for something in the household. When he turns right into the dining room he spots Ellie and the two freeze.
He makes the first move, the realization dawning on him of the situation. You didn't know she was back. "Ellie?" The man turns on his heel, forgetting whatever it was he previously intended on doing and making a break for the door. Ellie gets there first.
