Within this relentless march is a secret no one suspects: one of the Walkers is not just any participant, but the daughter of the very man who oversees the event-the Major himself. Raised in the shadow of her father's iron rule and chilling reputation, she's learned to hide her identity and true feelings. The world knows the Major as a symbol of authority and cruelty, but to her, he is a figure of both fear and sorrow-a father whose love is as cold as his commands. Desperate to understand the pain and courage of the Walkers, and perhaps to find herself in the process, she risks everything by entering the Walk disguised as a boy. Her knowledge of the event's grim reality makes every step a reminder of her family's legacy. She expected exhaustion, hunger, and the threat of death. What she didn't expect was the camaraderie she'd find among the other Walkers-their stories, their laughter in the face of despair, and the unbreakable bonds forged under impossible circumstances.

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two opposites that were meant to be became 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 after only one kiss. ❝She's like a drug,❞ Charlie said quietly, the words torn from him. ❝I'm 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 to her.❞ ❝That's when I knew,❞ she whispered, almost to herself. ❝I was 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙.❞ (I do not own the dead poets society I only own Lillian and any other original characters I create) started: 5.13.2025 completed: 7.31.2025 [charlie dalton x fem oc] © _sxmwich