All Her Bags Were Packed

All Her Bags Were Packed

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"Why do you always take the hard road?" I asked. Gwyn smiled at me. She was my best friend, the person I loved even when there was nothing left in her to love. I always understood her before, and together, we fought the constant battles of life: love, grief, heartbreak... But this time, I didn't get her. And honestly, I had long given up on trying to understand her. She said I was the best friend she ever had, but I knew I wasn't enough. Deep inside, I knew I would never be enough. Not anymore. "Dee," she said patiently, "Why do you always assume that I see more than one road?" • • • • • Gwyn Lister was gone. Long gone. She was desperate to leave, and when she finally killed herself, she left Darla, her best friend, to pick up the pieces of her broken life. Darla didn't shed a single tear the day her best friend died. She'd known for a long time that Gwyn was broken. She did everything she could to help Gwyn, but she knew there was nothing she could have done to help her. Or so she thought, until Gwyn's diary showed up at her doorstep. A tale of love and friendship, of the beauty and the agony of having the "perfect" life, All Her Bags Were Packed is a story of a girl who lost hope.
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Gwyneth had always felt connected to her faith, a higher power presiding over her. That faith had shaken that devastating day those years ago, the day that went on to haunt her every nightmare for years to come. She's still trying to come back from it, to not only restore her faith in life and love, but her faith in herself. The sanctity of her spirit- she prayed for resolve. Every punch was a prayer. Every mile was a hymn. Until her knuckles bled and her knees gave. Azriel had been surrounded by darkness his whole life, a poison on his world, on his being. He exercised restraint in his every waking moment, banishing that darkness within himself. Some guessed of the strain it put on him, but no one knew the extent of it, how deep his scars ran. It was better this way, he was sure. He had always thought that if there were a higher power- which he wholly doubted- such deities must loathe him to have burdened him such darkness. He hadn't much faith in the gods anyway, much less faith that he could sway their opinion on him. But Gwyneth and Azriel did have one thing in common: the quiet fight within themselves. They only knew one way: to go about it alone, couldn't fathom letting another in. But there's a magic in finding someone who is your equal but opposite, something transforming. And frankly, Gwyneth and Azriel could both use a little magic. All characters owned by SJM in the ACOTAR series. Story takes place after the events of ACOSF. Aligns with the events in my other fic: A Storm of Flames and Deceit. I haven't finished Crescent City, so this story takes place outside of the events of those books as well. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Mentions of r*pe, use of profanity, explicit content, sexual content, violence, torture, mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression, mentions of self harm

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