𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄.
❝ i've lived long enough
to know that a love
like this can only come
once in a lifetime. ❞
𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 - 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐘 @𝐩𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐬
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 —𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗—
𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 have asked Mariana Carson how she imagined her last day of living would be, she would have told them that she pictured a day of complete bliss and tranquility, in which she would reminisce in her past decisions and every memory she had ever made. But most importantly, she would specifically mention the people she wanted to spend it with — her family, Spencer and his father, and the Hargreeves family. As of this very moment in time, they were the only ones that Mariana knew; and although her time with the Umbrella Academy group had been limited, she still wouldn't give her short time with them for anything in the world. They had ultimately changed her into the person she wanted to be: controlled, elegant, and confident. So, with her mind set on how she would die, the girl decided that she would suffice only if she were to leave the world while staring into the eyes of the boy she loved, being enraptured into the effervescent tendrils that swirled like chocolate syrup within his eyes as she faded away into the darkness that she believed came after death. But as she did so, she imagined that she wouldn't be fearful of what would become of her . . . Five would be holding her delicate hand, and that would be the only thing she focused on until the very last moment.
But it's unfortunate that sometimes we don't always get what we imagine.
The day had started off as any other; Mariana woke up early, stretching her limbs in an attempt to soothe her aching muscles. But there was something in the atmosphere that was different — she just couldn't quite place what it was. With heavy eyelids, the girl made her way out of Five's room, confused as to where the boy would possibly be. Perhaps he was occupied at the moment, she thought, and was completing some important task or visiting Allison. And although she didn't know the circumstances under which Allison was being held, Mariana decided that Five was probably with her; he would be standing by his sister's side, soothing her with his gentle words to try and ease the pain. As she stepped into the kitchen, she found nothing . . . it was almost as if the whole family had disappeared off the face of the earth.
Perhaps they had found Vanya, she thought — and they were gathered in the basement as a family, to talk over everything that had happened within the past week. And since she assumed that was the immediate case, Mariana smiled, and decided that she would leave them be. If what she thought was true, they could be celebrating right now without a care in the world, and who was she to barge in because she was worried? It would have been selfish of her to pry them from their excitement and the newfound family bonding. And, in fact, she would have the chance to see Five later on in the afternoon; this day would be one she would cherish, seeing as how overly exhilarated her father had gotten because of the upcoming performance.
And so Mariana grabbed her backpack from Five's room, retrieved her cell phone, and called her father to tell him that she was ready to be picked up from the Hargreeves residence.
