❝ what did i expect? to leave a hemorrhage of violets wherever i walked? no. a lost son is called 'prodigal'. a lost daughter is just called 'lost'. ❞
the story of iceman's daughter．
[ TOPGUN: MAVERICK ]
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OCTOBER 24 ; 07:12 HOURS MISSION COUNTDOWN : — 00:20 DAYS
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Kade woke in a cold sweat.
Tangled in sheets, heart pounding, her breathing was loud in her ringing ears.
She nearly fell off the bed trying to get to her little orange bottles on her nightstand. She swallowed the white and blue pills dry, feeling them scrape painfully down the tight channel of her throat. The relief wasn't immediate, but it was close. She would wait. She folded her arms tightly around her shins and tugged her thighs closed to her chest like this could ward off her nightmares.
Did they count as nightmares when they were just endless tortuous replays of reality?
She couldn't be sure.
All that mattered was that she still dreamt about it, after all these years.
Sometimes Kade repeated their callsigns to her bedroom ceiling, ensuring she would never forget their names, reciting these words like a prayer, like a plea for forgiveness. Judge. Elvis. Berlin. Hurricane. Apollo. She should have gone to their funerals. Why hadn't she gone to their funerals?
