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@em-montgomery
Perhaps she’d gotten out before the situation had gotten out of hand, perhaps she’d set up somewhere new and was reinventing herself again. Safe and happy. Emma could still hear Megan’s infectious, throaty giggle ring in her mind.
Please be okay.
em-montgomery: new start, new do. took a while but finally worked up the courage to let go of everything that city did to me. hair felt symbolic, I guess. time to kick-ass at life and set an example for my lil bean azura. bye navy baby, hello navy momma 😜
Some headcanons:
Emma’s in college now studying Social Work
Alma’s daughter Azura Brooks turns 2 in August
It gets hard for her sometimes to act like everything’s normal after what she’s been through, but she tries her hardest for her daughter and Alex
She still thinks about Megan every day. She called her phone for weeks to hear her voicemail until the phone service cut it off
We made it.
em-montgomery: You full yet? @brooks_alex
Hope || Alma
"Don’t you fucking give up on me, Alex. I need you, our baby needs you."
Those were the words he needed to hear before he had slipped. At that time, Emma’s voice seemed so far away, so distant from him and unloving, like he truly thought she felt, that he had no problem with only thinking for himself and using every tool he found in the bathroom he was allowed to use in order to end his life rapidly. Looking through the drawers like if he knew they hid cocaine in there somewhere. He was probably being too loud and maniac that he was soon held by one of the guards and put into sedatives. Then he cried himself to sleep, then and for the next two days every time he thought of how miserable he was, trying to get out of hell only to move into a different, bigger one.
Then Emma came around, hissing words to him like if she knew what was going on. Hell, she must’ve known, it was clear in his face. As much as he loved having Emma close, getting to touch her hand and kiss her skin, he knew it wasn’t enough and that he had to be stronger in order to get out of hell alive. At her words, he looked at her, almost shocked. “I’m… trying… I swear to God,” Alex didn’t sound like if he were complaining, but more like begging of her to give him another chance. As if she was slipping away already, losing trust in him. “Please, wait for me, please, Navy…” He added, and what was left of that conversation was a blur.
Two more weeks were added in his rehab plan, and he started counting down the days like if life depended on it. His life did, at least. He strived to get better, to get his mind off from things. Alexander made sure to keep his mind busy, to play videogames, to excercise, to do as much as he could only to get the hours pass by faster.
By the end of the twelve day, he was exhausted, mostly physically, because he knew he still had a few days to go and he had no intention of messing up only to get locked in again. He brushed his teeth moments before heading to bed and covered himself with the single duvet cover he was provided with. Just as the last few days, Alexander was fast asleep as soon as his head hit the mattress, but he wasn’t even ready for sunrise and waking up early to work out before he started feeling the warmth of a body besides him. His brow furrowed in his sleep, it couldn’t be a dream. He found himself stirring awake by the sound of whispers, opening his eyes when teardrops began to fall over his face. Alex looked up with a lazy look on his eyes, trying to focus his eyes on the highlights of the girl’s face until he realized that it was Emma, his Emma.
"Why are you crying?" He asked her, almost worried that it was something bad until he just connected the dots, she was smiling, she was either too happy or he had just slept through two entire days until his departure, final day in rehab. "Who let you in here?" He had still too many questions to make as he sit up in bed a little, finding comfort in wrapping his arms around Emma’s figure, being careful not to hug too tight around her baby bump, but he still caressed it with one of his palms. "Oh, God…" He squeezed her close to him, burying his face in her neck and hair, breathing her in and just loving everything that reminded him of her. Her laugh and her tears, her warmth and her kisses. His mouth was soon on hers, only because he loved her so much, just like day one, just like that time during her last visit, just like he was meant to do, forever.
The tears fell more as she held him again, taking in everything she'd missed, his face, his smell, his kisses, but most of all, him. Just Alex, her Alex, he was still there, he hadn't given up, he'd held on, he'd held on long enough and they'd finally made it, and she was so, so proud of him. Arum was no more, she'd realised exactly what those words had meant as she'd driven past the gates on her way to the center. The gates were finally open, and for the first time since she'd arrived in this godforsaken town, she saw people filing out instead of in.
She wanted to answer all his questions, but she couldn't collect her thoughts, overwhelmed by everything, and scared she'd wake up and this would all be a dream. But she knew there was one thing that would fill in some of the blanks for him. "Come on, I need to show you something." She giggled, giving him one more small kiss and taking his hand in hers, leading him out of the room.
The wardsman didn't even try to stop them, giving Emma a small knowing smile. The reason most of the patients were in there in the first place were habits and illnesses this town had led them to. She wondered what had happened to the more brutal, aggressive wardsman and guards that had patrolled this place a matter of months ago, that had obviously been working for or siding with The Bloody Nightmare. She didn't really care, though she couldn't help but wonder.
Leading Alex out onto the street, the gates right nearby, Emma slowed for a minute to let him take it all in. There were people running in and out of the gates as if to test that the other side was still there. Some were knocking down the surrounding fences, some were simply dancing around with sparklers, laughing and cheering. Bringing Alex over to the open gates, Emma hesitantly stepped back over the line, releasing a breathy laugh of relief. She was almost sure she would wake up any minute now, she'd nearly not had the courage to do it, worried the gunshots would follow like they sometimes did in her nightmares, but she'd let go, because Alex was there, holding her hand. He was there, he was safe, he was alive, they were together. "We made it." She grinned as she held his face, pulling him in for another kiss. She stepped back one step further, still not breaking the kiss so Alex would have to follow, his foot stepping over the line as well, and she laughed against his kiss. The air somehow seemed fresher on the other side, or maybe that was just the realisation of the fact they could both finally start living their lives. Free. Together.
Hope || Alma
It had now been a few months since Emma had last seen Alex, she thought she'd gotten used to his absence, but everytime she heard his voice, or received a letter, or saw him the hole inside her chest, longing for him back in her arms safe and sound, opened up again. The last time she'd seen him, about 3 months back, had only made it worse. They'd finally allowed her to see him, but instead of the news she'd been hoping upon that he'd be coming home soon she'd only discovered that they'd lengthened his stay because he'd tried something again.
"Don't you fucking give up on me, Alex. I need you, our baby needs you." She'd told him sternly, but her eyes had also been ridden with tears and anguish over the thought of losing him. The scariest part was that she knew the feeling of being on the edge of that cliff, the oblivion below seeming more tempting than rotting in Arum forever, drowning in darkness and the ghosts of your past, not knowing what string The Bloody Nightmare could pull on or tangle, or even snap, next.
The only thing that had kept her going was the growing life inside of her, but the fear of her and Alex's child growing up in Arum had also nearly been suffocating her. Some nights she would apologise that she hadn't been stronger and gotten rid of her before it was too late, so her daughter would never have to know of the torments of the town, but on better nights, Emma would wish upon the stars in the night sky, something she'd once done as a child. She'd wish that for once things would work out, that everything she'd been through to get to Alex and their baby hadn't been for nothing, that one day, maybe one day, they'd find freedom.
Emma wasn't sure she believed in much, it was hard to when you were living in what felt like the worldly form of hell, but someone must've been listening to her on those nights, or praying for the same thing, because one day her wishes came true.
She'd stayed inside while most of the initial fighting had gone on, not sure whether it was just intense riots or not. But one night Emma wandered into town after seeing flames rising from one of the buildings in the centre, curious, especially following what seemed like gleeful, victorious cheering, not just those of an angry mob.
"What's happening?" She asked a woman standing closeby.
"Arum is no more." She'd replied.
In that moment, flames had never looked so bright to Emma, a sudden warmth, joy and relief burning throughout her.
Not caring that it wasn't visiting hours, not caring about anything but getting to Alex to share the news, share the freedom with him, Emma raced to the rehabilitation center. She probably would've sprinted if she wasn't so heavily pregnant by now, she had that much adrenaline in her.
She'd seen the staff had changed since last time she'd visited, and although a wardsman tried to stop her, she somehow convinced him-maybe it was her pregnancy, or the look of overwhelming, tearful joy on her face-to let her go to Alex's room.
The room was dark-it was maybe 3am-but Emma could still make out Alex's sleeping form on the bed. It was strange how she could still remember it, still remember the small sounds of his breathing or see the spot where she loved to slip under his arms and snuggle against his chest. Sitting on the bed beside him gently, Emma leaned over and gave Alex a few light kisses, whispering in his ear. "Alex, baby, wake up. It's me. You won't believe what just happened." She smiled as she kissed the skin near his ear again, a tear falling from her eye. But for the first time in a long time this wasn't a tear of loss, or longing, or fear. It was a tear of pure and utter happiness and one thing Emma thought life had taken from her for good; hope.
Oh great, it's Christmas. People will be staring to plan their holida-oh wait.
The Desert - Laurel
We're having a baby girl? Jesus, that's such great news! A baby girl... Our baby... A little girl... It's so good, I love her already, Em. My little girl.
Yes, i-it's a girl. My god, it still feels so surreal to say. I just...I just hope I don't do a bad job of it....being a mother, I mean. I don't want her to feel even a scrap of what me and Grace went through, Alex...
W-what's the magic password? Please? What?
...It's a girl, Alex. We're having a baby girl.
