"Let everything happen to you, beauty and terror, just keep going, No feeling is final." -Rainer Maria Rilke It didn't have to end up this way, or maybe it did. The evacuation, the loss of lives, the sudden needs and wants. This world isn't fair, neither is death. Especially when you try to play its game of sickness. [GANG! This is a rewrite of my first attempt at this AU! I hope you all enjoy and please read all the trigger warnings in the first chapter page!]