Taco pov:
I wake up, tired and drowsy. For some reason I have bandages on my arms now.
'odd' I thought.
I notice I'm in a bedroom of some sort. 'how on earth did I get here??'
I get up and walk around the room, when all of a sudden someone opens the door.
Pickle.
I stare at him and he stares back at me.
"Pickle?...Is it really yo-"
"Just not now, Taco."
"Why? I haven't seen you in years and I can't talk to you?!"
"I'm not in the mood to talk with a traitor"
I fall silent and shut my mouth, but I have so many questions. After everything I've done, why did he save me? Does he care now? Will he forgive me? Will he put the past behind us?
I sigh.
Wil he actually ever forgive me?
"Pickle."
"What?"
"Can you forgive me for all I've done? I'm truly sorry-"
"No. Not today. Not tomorrow . Not ever"
I look away, heartbroken.
I hate him.
(sorry Ik it's short I'm sorry I'm just so eepy rn)
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FanfictionTaco is exhausted and tired...She lives in the woods still but one day gives up and ends up in the last place she'd ever thought she'd be in. TW's in first chapter sub to me on yt
