God's Favorite | Natalie Scatorccio

God's Favorite | Natalie Scatorccio

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i dont remember much of the crash. i think i blacked out. as i look around at the wreckage and our dead all i can think is i wasnt supposed to even be on the plane. i was just filling in for allie last minute. i hate planes, i mean jesus i only got on to shut natalie up. covers all seasons season 1: done 2: in progress 3: ? 4: ?
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For a moment, life seemed decent: nationals with your team on the horizon, an acceptance letter to your ideal college clutched in your hand, and the promise that soon, you and Jackie Taylor wouldn't have to hide anymore. Then the wilderness shattered it all. The plane tumbling from the sky wasn't just a crash - it was the universe rewriting your story. And Jackie. God, Jackie. Her body frozen beneath the snow after words you can never take back, after a fight that ended with her walking away. Her death lives inside you now, a cold weight that never thaws. Each breath feels stolen from her lungs. But there's Shauna, understanding your grief in ways no one else could. She becomes your gravity when you might otherwise float away into darkness. Her hand in yours, a silent pact between survivors. Two broken pieces holding each other together in this splintered world where nothing makes sense anymore. (please review warnings before reading)

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