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duck-era-lexi · 2 years
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reconsider
p4 | y12, march. 
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“What?” whispers Charlotte. 
She hopes that TJ doesn’t hear her. She doesn’t want to deal with the having-to explain thing. She questions if he even cares about her, or if he thinks that what he’s supposed to do: ask. He doesn’t need to ask, alright? She’s fine, she’s okay, her eyes are frozen solid towards the sky.
March was, it used to be, such a beautiful month. It was the month of Kierre, it was the month of Scottie, of pink budding flowers and vanilla buttercream flowers. Is it getting colder? Is it tearing deeper into her heart now? Charlotte can’t believe, that this, this clear-cut, chilly, relief is March. March is not supposed to be cold like this.
She hears TJ shift on his feet, and glances over to realize that he has his headphones in. Oh. Disappointment sinks in her chest. Why didn’t he say anything?
There’s an empty baseball field across the street from the bus station, and her mind is dizzy and worn out as she blinks at it. Where are they going? Why isn’t Traves here? 
The library. And, he’ll be there soon. They’re going to the library, she tells herself. To meet with Traves. Because he’s smart. And they’re not. (Except TJ is a bit smarter, she’s just the really dumb one.) 
And yes, sure, french. But French people are good at French too, so really she’s not even all that special. Worse than all those millions of people on the other side of the Earth. 
TJ catches her staring back at him, and he blinks. The thought darts across her mind. Oh, he’s so pretty. She wishes she had eyelashes like his, which is the silliest thing ever because he’s a guy and she should be the pretty, long-eyelashed one. TJ’s expression is always unreadable, which makes her nervous because she doesn’t know whether or not he hates her or not. Even when he smiles, like he’s doing in this moment, she still isn’t too sure. People smile at her all the time and they still hate her. They smile so brightly and they don’t even love her. 
“It’s cold,” she says, louder this time.
TJ removes an earbud. “What?”
His voice is too sharp; it scratches like a sharp icicle against her sensitive flesh. Her mind is too fragile, she thinks. Fragile enough that she has the urge to cover her ears with large, fluffy mittens and squeeze her eyes shut. Forgo the consequences. Traves will love her anyways. Or he won’t. He’ll never. He’ll never love her.
“I said.” Her voice is breaking again with all the hurt she’s made herself feel, for no reason even in the slightest. “It’s cold.” 
TJ gazes up at the clear light blue sky. “Yeah, I actually kind of like it,” he responds softly. “If we’re not getting snow, I like the cold.”
A response appears in Charlotte’s mind, of scolding him for expecting snow in the Bay Area of all places, but her tongue gets stuck on her teeth as she tries to say it. A moment later, the bus comes screeching down the street. She can’t help but slap her hands over her ears. And sure, squeeze her eyes shut. Maybe the wind is getting in her eyes (there’s no wind), the wind from the bus’s movement or something she doesn’t even-
TJ doesn’t even notice. He doesn’t even care. He walks forward with purpose, towards the bus. Charlotte stares at his movement, frozen. Even with all of this other stuff, she’s sure if she doesn’t move at all, he’ll ask, are you coming? And she is. Because Traves is on the other side of this bus. So she follows behind him. Her eyes are down, watching as her boots make footprints in the dusty pavement. Low thumps against the ribbed metal stairs. 
She sits beside TJ. He sits on the window seat, because he entered first. He doesn’t know, she thinks, as she slides into the seat beside him. And the strangest thing, to her, is that all of this is okay. 
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lorillee · 1 year
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one piece is nice because i really dont have very strong opinions on any of the ships in any direction at all
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snowmanmelting · 2 years
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What's Left Unsaid | Frozen Fanfiction
Rating: T
Tags: Snow sisters, Hurt/comfort, Angst (with a happy ending!), mAU, not the best family in the planet, grieving, dealing with very sensitive issues haha :^), 100% set and made in Argentina bc the author believes in argie supremacy.
Summary: After their parents’ sudden death, Elsa’s life went through a lot of changes. Like getting to live again with her little sister, Anna, or processing the fact that she wouldn’t need the cold to protect her from the flames anymore.
Chapter 1: Here Chapter 2: Here Chapter 3: Here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: Here Chapter 6: Here Chapter 7: Here
Chapter 8 | The Cemetery |
A lil’ snippet:
The day, like most of the week, was sunny. Beach-like breeze, not a single cloud in the sky, the intensity of the sun drying all signs of humidity from early morning rains, and a temperature that seemed to be around twenty four degrees.
The perfect weather for a cemetery visit. 
Read the full chapter at AO3 | FFN
You can also read it in Spanish
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