the fall of red

is she back

After Chloe received her sentence from Red, she felt a wave of despair wash over her. The heavy metal door creaked ominously as it swung open, and she was led into a dimly lit cell. The walls were cold and unyielding, painted a dull grey that seemed to absorb any hint of warmth or light. As the door clanged shut behind her, echoing loudly in the small space, she realised the weight of her situation. The iron bars offered no hope of escape, and the small, barred window above her let in only a sliver of pale daylight. Alone in her tight confines, Chloe took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, knowing this was where she would spend an uncertain amount of time reflecting on her choices and their consequences.

In stark contrast to the rest of Wonderland, where the Queen's influence was ubiquitous and overwhelming, the cells remained untouched by her whimsical reign. The dimly lit corridors leading to these confinement quarters were grim and sombre. Shadows clung to the walls, which stood cold and bare, devoid of the vibrant red paint that typically adorned the kingdom. No ornate hearts were decorating the surfaces. Instead, the cells appeared dishevelled and neglected, with grime coating the stone walls and a musty odour hanging in the air. It was as if this part of Wonderland had been forgotten—a dark recess untouched by the flamboyance and fervour of the Queen's rule.

However, the intricate details of the decoration design were far from Chloe's thoughts. Instead, her mind was a whirlpool of uncertainty and curiosity as she contemplated what lay ahead in her journey.
As she pondered her fate, a wave of uncertainty washed over her. Would she be plunged back into the nightmarish realities of Red's tumultuous past, or was there a chance she would return to the familiar halls of Auradon Prep? The thought of Red haunted her—would she still be the same girl who had left, or would the trials she faced change her irrevocably? Would the memories of Chloe, who had valiantly saved her so many times before, still linger in Red's mind, or would some cruel twist of fate erase those connections entirely? And what of Chloe herself? Would she emerge from this ordeal unchanged, or would the struggles they faced alter her in ways they couldn't yet comprehend? The uncertainty loomed large, making her wonder how much their lives had intertwined and what the future would hold for both of them.

Chloe carefully eased herself onto the grimy floor, the coldness seeping through her clothes as she settled into a cross-legged position. She rubbed her tired face with her hand, trying to erase the fatigue etched into her features. With a heavy sigh, she turned her gaze toward the dull, grey light filtering through the metal bars of her prison. Each bar felt like a barrier to her escape and her hopes of saving Red. The potion she clutched tightly in her hand was her last chance, a flicker of hope amid the overwhelming despair surrounding her. Time was running out, and she knew she had to summon every ounce of strength within her to make it work.

But if she were to die, would she even be reunited with Red in whatever lay beyond? The thought gnawed at her; this might be the final moment she had to support her, to stand by her side when she needed her most. Would Red be able to endure the loss? Would their paths ever cross again in the vast unknown that followed this life? The questions spiralled in her mind, each one heavy with the weight of uncertainty and longing. Would Chloe dying save Red? And would that mean one is without the other again?

Chloe took a moment to think about how she had known Red for such little time but for so long. Technically, it'd been barely a month since they actually met, but they also had gone back in time before they were born, and now Red had known Chloe since the day she was born.

The torrent of emotions that washed over Chloe was overwhelming. From the first moment their eyes met, she felt an undeniable pull toward the red-headed girl. It was as if an invisible thread connected them, weaving their destinies together in a way that felt both beautiful and unsettling. Now, everything around her seemed to draw her back to that initial spark, like a moth to a flame.