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(    @blowksses     )      (    for  a  moment,  all  charlotte  could  manage  to  do  was  stare,  a  soft  flush  creeping  up  her  neck  and  onto  her  face.     chrissy  looks   /   gorgeous   /   and  charlotte  can’t  help  but  stare,  or  the  way  her  heart  leaps  around  in  her  chest    )    y - yeah,  yeah!     my  uhm - my  dad  said  i  could  borrow  the  car   (   .  .  .   )   w - wow  chris  you - you  look   /   really   /   pretty

@blowksses /    i’m bringing her back with the power of yuri TRUST

I . . .  I  wanna  cb,  but,  but  chrissy  is  DEAD  :horrified  sobs:

sorry -  I  mean -  i  knew  hawkins  was  a  bit  / weird /  but  I  didn't  realize  it  was  this  insane,  y'know??  government  lab  experiments?  monsters??

(   @blowksses     )      what?    that  i’m  a  genetically  modified  freak  from  the  lab  in  hawkins?    yeah,  sure,  i’ll  get  into  all  that  nitty  gritty  :/

quittttt  * chrissy  giggled  as  charlotte  began  to  disagree  with  chrissy  and  even  leaned  in  to  kiss  her  cheek,  her  cheeks  growing  warm *  you're  so  unbelievably  wrong  y'know  that?  y͟o͟u͟'r͟e͟  the  prettiest  :]
            
            //  the  power  of  yuri  empowers  them

(    @blowksses     )    yuh  huh  >:/.    (     charlotte  scowled  back  at  chrissy,  though  it  didn’t  hold  any  real  anger  or  malice     )    ‘re  the  prettiest  girl  ever     (    the  moment  chrissy’s  hand  was  in  hers,  charlotte  was  squeezing  it  tightly  and  leaning  over  to  give  the  other  girl  a  quick  pec  on  the  cheek    )
            
            
            
            /     they’re so insufferably in love and everyone around them must know at all times

really - really  * chrissy  nodded  her  head  and  couldn't  help  but  to  hold  charlotte's  hand,  she  never  was  really  a  romantic  until  it  came  to  charlotte  bauman -  the  only  girl  to  get  her  to  do  public  displays  of  affection  and  want  to  kiss  all  over  her  face *  / nuh  uh /  >:/
            
            //  I  love  charrisy  guys  its  my  fav  genre

(    @blowksses     )     y - you’re - you’re  not!     ‘cause  you’re  gonna  be  fine!     you  were  okay  the - the  last  time  it   happened    (    charlotte  tried  to  resist  the  puppy  dog  eyes,  she  always  did,  but  it  never  worked,  and  chrissy  knew  that,  so  reluctantly,  she  took  in  the  letter    )     chris  i  don’t  want  a  letter,  you - you  can  just  talk  to  me    :(

charlotte  please  * chrissy  pleaded,  slowing  down  so  that  the  two  girls  were  behind  the  group  in  the  forest *  I -  I  dont  wanna  leave  anything  open,  y'know?  * there  came  those  babydoll  blue  puppy  eyes  that  she  always  gave  charlotte *
            
            // honey  I  canNOT  be  talking  you're  totally  good  babes  <3

(   @blowksses     )    w - what?     (     charlotte  can’t  help  the  way  her  voice  wobbles,  she  doesn’t  wanna  think  about,  think  about  a  world  where  001  wins  again,  where  he  takes  away  chrissy  from  her.    she  shook  her  head  quickly  and  shoved  the  letter  back  towards  the  other  girl,  trying  to  keep  her  voice  steady    )    i  don’t  want  it   :(
            
            
            /    no gang these aren’t five days late

(    @blowksses     )     i  hope  so  chris  (     charlotte  whispered  softly,  leaning  forward  slightly,  arms  resting  on  the  bed  and  her  chin  resting  on  top  of  them,  watching  chrissy  with  a  soft,  worried  look  in  them    )  
            
            
            /    she is visiting chrissy EVERY DAY in the hospital

(    @blowksses     )     (    charlotte  cradled  the  back  of  chrissy’s  head  in  her  hands,  while  the  other  cupped  one  of  her  cheeks,  thumb  methodically  tracing  over  the  skin  under  her   eye  softly,  it  was  second  nature  at  this  point    )  s’okay -  s’okay  chris,  ‘m  here,  i - i - i’m  here  (    her  words  were  choked  with  tears,  and  as  much  as  she  tried  to  blink  them  back,  they  kept  spilling  over  and  rolling  down  her  cheeks    )  it’s  gonna  be  okay,  you’re - you’re  gonna  be  okay

(    @blowksses     )     (    even  with  the  joking  tone  of  chrissy’s  voice,  the  words still  made  more  tears  bubble  into  charlotte’s  eyes.  in  almost  in  instant  she  was  next  to  the  hospital  bed,  scooting  up  the  little  plastic  chair  she  was  in  as  close  as  it  could  get,  her  gaze  never nleaving  chrissy    )  do - do  they  know  how  what  happened?  (    it  felt  like  a  stupid  question,  charlotte  knew  what  happened,  /  001  /  had  happened,  just  like  how  it  when  she  was  little  and  still  trapped  in  that  god  awful  lab.  but  why  /  chrissy?  /  why  not  her  or  anyone  else  for  that  matter?    )

* chrissy's  head  looked  over  at  charlotte's  direction,  well  at  least  in  the  direction  of  the  voice  and  the  door;  and  a  small  attempt  of  a  smile  grew  on  her  sickly  pale  face.  she  was  genuinely  happy  to  see  charlotte,  it  wasn't  like  she  was  faking  it  or  anything,  it  was  just  difficult  to  put  a  genuine  smile  when  she  just  felt  so . . .  crushed *  yea,  one  of  the  harder  days.  some  days  it's  like -  numb,  other  days  it's  just  painnn   * chrissy  tried  to  joke *

(    @blowksses     )    hi  chrissy  (    charlotte. tried  to  keep  her  voice  stable, tried to keep it breaking at the sight of  ,  tried  to  keep  /  herself  /  from  breaking.   she  could  feel  tears  jump  into   the  corners  of  her  eyes,  chrissy,  who  was  normally  bright  and  bubbly,  who  lit  up  every  room  she  was  in,  looked  so  /  small  /  on  that  hospital  bed,  wrapped  up  in  casts  and  hooked  up  to  more  machines  than  charlotte  ever  wanted  to  look  at  again     )  ‘m  gonna  go  out  on  a  limb  and  say  you’re  not  feeling  great-  (     she  tried  to  tease  softly,  try  to  lighten  the  mood,  but  the  crack  in  her  voice  and  the  wobble  of  her  words  made  the  words  sound  more  broken  than  anything    )
            
            
            /    CHRISSY MY SHALA D: