☆ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, A boy discovers his
dead lover faked her death
for years to escape her old life
The words written were undeniably hers.
"Even in death, he's still mine.
Remember that.
𝐋♥︎𝐯𝐞, 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥."
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I'LL CARRY YOUR SECRETS UNTIL YOU RETURN
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Y/N EYES SOFTENED, TURNING HER HARD gaze into silk. She had prepared herself for the slim possibility that she would come eye-to-eye with Finn once again.
Raul said that if he were to find her, it wouldn't be much of an issue since he had paid a large sum to the FBI and police department not to pursue further in her disappearance.
It was heartbreaking to watch Finn unravel before her; he had frozen from the shock of her presence. Y/n wished that her decision to dye her hair would help in favor of not looking too recognizable.
But this was Finn she was talking about, after all; he was madly in love with her and would recognize her.
Y/n felt Peter pull on her harshly; she didn't stop him from doing it either. One last look was all she needed before she turned back around.
Millie popped behind Finn; concerned, she ran her hand down his arm. "You okay, Finnie?" She cooed, "Y-yeah. I thought I saw Caleb." Millie laughed before intertwining their arms together. "Come on; we gotta go get ready for tonight!"
"So, that's the Finn you were talking about?" Peter retorted, and they began walking normally again. She nodded.
"I didn't think I would see him again." Peter was thinking of how he would tell Raul this; knowing Raul, he probably won't see much harm in the interaction if Finn didn't continue looking for her.
"Let's just get to the address Raul sent us and get out of here."
When they reached the apartment's front door, Miles opened it widely. Once he saw the poured beverage noticeable on Y/n's shirt, he laughed, holding his stomach.
"Did you drop your drink?!" He cackled.
The two walked inside, looking around, "I ran into someone I know from my old life." Y/n huffed as she shut the front door behind her, locking it after.
"Hate to be you, anyways; as you can tell, he refuses to give us the money. He's saying he doesn't have it."
Peter grumbled while the three walked through the house until they came to the tied-uptied-up man with a bag over his head sitting on one of the dining chairs.
There was an apparent struggle around the house with several broken objects; it's only sensible that this was Miles doing.
"So, you don't want to pay up?" Peter pulled the bag harshly from the guy's head.
