"But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem."
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"Princess my ass, I'm the motherfucking queen."
{on hold until season four}
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Three months later, Blake Anne Hopper was sitting on the the broken floor of her old cabin, packing up what little belongings she had left here on that fateful night.
She and Steve hadn't gone to their dream college when the semester started- their hearts still grieving over the loss of Jim Hopper and taking care of a now fatherless El. But, they had made a few calls and explained everything to the school and would be allowed to attend next quarter.
Which was in a week.
Blake's feet were crossed under her, the girl's hair up in a messy bun and frizzy from the humidity when she grabbed a photo album, causing multiple pictures and a paper to fall out. She huffed, leaning over and grabbed everything before ran her fingers over the many different photographs, a small smile on her face.
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Her heart was heavy as she smoothed the now crumpled piece of paper and her eye's widened, seeing it was addressed to her... in her father's handwriting.
"Dear Blake,
I know. It's as weird for me as it is for you to write something for the future. But the minute that... moron with the crazy hair asked me that question no father is ready for, I knew I had to do this. Mostly for my sake."
Blake's brows furrowed and she adjusted her seating, now laying on her stomach as she continued reading.
"The minute I held you in my arms, I knew you were special. You stole my heart with those big green eyes, kid, and now, you've stolen someone else's.
A part of me doesn't want to believe it. You're still my beautiful little girl- the girl who always stayed inside and read instead of playing with other kids because they were "whiny little brats". The girl who never liked pink or played with dolls because she claimed she was too tough for them like her daddy. The girl who held me when I was drunk out of my mind after her sister died when I should have been the one holding you.
