𝗣𝗢𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗜𝗗
"promise youll never leave me"
"only if you promise to never hurt me"
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛, a pair of kook twins join the pogues on a treasure hunt while uncovering the truth that been hidden and discovering that heartbreak was more comm...
—— 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 FORTY :ENVELOPE 𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 OF SEASON TWO ——
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AND THERE they stood, face to face. Green ivy tangled into champagne waves, circling irises that had once mirrored each other perfectly. Sunlight poured through the window, catching on tanned skin and turning it almost golden—too warm, too alive for someone who was supposed to be gone. Her hair, thick and uneven at the ends, framed a face Layla had memorised not in life, but in grief.
Layla's breath hitched as her eyes widened all at once, recognition striking her like a blade rather than settling gently. The same roots that had once grounded her, fed her dreams, wrapped her in safety, tightened now around her chest, suffocating her with something rotten. Betrayal. Worthlessness. A truth she hadn't been ready to face. Maybe that was the worst part. She had grown used to those roots, trusted them, built herself on them. And now they were gone, ripped out, leaving nothing but jagged scars and a heaviness in her lungs that made breathing feel like drowning.
"Aven...?" Her voice trembled, barely surviving the journey out of her throat.
The blonde stood frozen, caught somewhere between collapsing and stepping forward. Relief seemed to flicker through her, but it tangled with something colder - fear, guilt, something unspoken. Layla couldn't move, couldn't think, because she had seen it. Every night when she closed her eyes, she saw her sister's body lying in her lap, cold, too cold -blood spilling from her neck and darkening as it soaked into everything. Into her hands. Into her skin. Into her memory.
And yet...
"Hi, Layla," Aven whispered, her voice cracking slightly at the edges.
Layla's gaze dropped, almost against her will, to the scar. It stood out, wrong and angry against her skin, and far too real to deny. "No..." The word slipped out, broken, as her head shook slowly, as if denial alone could undo what stood in front of her. This wasn't real. It couldn't be. Her dead sister was standing in front of her.
Behind Aven, two unfamiliar figures lingered awkwardly near the kitchen doorway. A man and a boy who couldn't have been much older than the twins. They felt out of place, like witnesses to something too personal, too fractured to belong to them.
"What do you mean, no?" Aven asked, confusion creeping into her expression as she took a cautious step forward. "Layla, I'm right here." She reached out slowly, carefully, her hand hovering before her fingertips brushed against Layla's arm.
The reaction was instant. Layla flinched violently, yanking herself away as if burned. Aven's expression faltered, calm dissolving into uncertainty. "H-how?!" Layla's voice broke apart as it rose, her arm shooting out to point at the exact spot on the floor. "I watched you y-you died!" Her chest heaved as panic clawed up her throat. "You died."
