There's a reason for everything. And there's a reason why Writer, who went "missing" five hundred years ago AGAIN still isn't dead. And when her old girlfriend comes looking for a grave that isn't there, she has to find a way to convince herself that she's dead. // "I don't believe my Author is dead. It just doesn't make sense. You're ALIVE. You're RIGHT FUCKING IN FRONT OF ME, WRITER!" "I HAD TO KILL THAT VERSION OF ME, HOODIE- shit. Why the fuck am I turning out like my dead boyfriend's brother? Why does ḩ̶͖̖͍͙̻̝̜̈́͊͐̃̃͂̈̊̀̈́̚į̵̯͖̭̫̓͒͐̑͊̍̓͋̚͝s̸͇͉̘̯̤͖͍͇̤͖̾͂̒́͋̏t̴̨̍͐̏͐̈́͋̈́̓̐͋̋̽̋̔̄̍̐̄͠ơ̸̡͍̺̯̱͈͎͈̰͕̹̳͙͙͙͉̎̎̅͆́̊͘r̵̡̨͖̣͇̲̫̯͖̩̯̤̪̤͈̭͇̘͕͊̚y̴̧̧͍͓̰̞̮̘̩̼̠͔̰̱̦̞̝͇̍ ̵̨̛̟͓̬̳͓̠̻̺̔͆̍̆̔͑̃̍̒̌̕ą̵̨͍̼̼̖̱̹̲̬̮̫̱͚̬͍͈͇̂̉̏͜͜ḻ̵̨̺̙͙̗̙͖̜̻̩̜͉̤̺͈͂̌̕͜͜w̸̙̦̐͗̇͑̃̒̃̑́̄̂̈́͐̒͆͝͝à̶̪̠͕͇̹͚͕̬͈̯̠̤̘̭̄̀͊̈́̄̾̊̎̇͊̂̈̆̈́̕͜͝ÿ̵̺̜̞̹́̑̐̀̏͛̓̋̚͜͝ş̸̭̙͎̼̜̺̗̭̥̦̘̺̺̱̥̮̩͍͔̀̍̃̀̾͑̊̓͝ ̴̧͇̰͖͈̬̞̓̑̎̑̒͗̀̂̄̀̈́̅͒͋͆̋̚̚͜r̶͒͐͌̈́ͅȩ̶̡̱̦̦͉͓͗̾͌͂̏͗̚͝p̶̡̢̨̘̳̙̼̘̝͕̪̬̺͝ḙ̷̥͚͖̜͊͛͋͆͊̍̒̀̀͂̉̓̒̌̀̑̌̚͝a̴̡̧̨̟̞̟̘̠̘̳̻̙̹̔̑͋ͅt̶̻̟̄̑́̈́͗̌̉̽̀͗̅͝͝ ̵̧̢͔̱̮̜̝̣̼̦͎̪͍̬̩̥̀̀̓̇͆́͐̍͘̚͠͝ì̷̢̦̩͇̝̤͓̤̝͔̰͇̃̌̃̈̓͒̏́͗̚t̶͙͎̝̟̬̙͌̀̔s̶̛̭̱͈͗̈́͒̊͜͝ȩ̶͇̖̺̮̘̫̳̦̈́͜l̵̢̢͎̣̱̲͕͍̥͈̲̙̩͓͚͚̜̝͖͗̆̅̈́͋̽͘͜f̸̢̛̫̟̺̗̮̩͙̺̙͉̩̼̟̄̇͌̈́̽̈̂͑̈͜͝͝.̵̲̦̦̓̍.̷̥͉̘̼̰̼̯̰͓͚̣̪͕̮̖̰̰̉ͅ.̴̪̖̳͍̼̻͈̋́̍̉͑̾̓͠?̷̡̛̤̳͈̤̹̜́̀́́̂̾͒̀̏̐̓̑͛̕"̵̧̛̪̰̟͇̲͉̣͍͚̖̪̅́̈́̀̃̃̋̋̀͌̚͠͝͠͠ "Who's Hoodie?" "...none of your business, Clove." Hoodie and Writer are only dating IN THIS FIC. Hoodie h