e. vance·
She’d recognize her anywhere. She was younger and she wasn’t sure if she’d recognize her. She often wondered how it had affected her with she died and if she had been okay. That’s the thing about death. It’s all those people that one leaves behind that hurt the most. She had been one of her closest friends and Emmeline considered her a sister even. She approached her slowly and took a seat as she didn’t want to startle her. “Hey, Mary. Do you recognize me?”
@mmvcdonvld·
Mary flipped through the newspaper in front of her and raised a brow when she heard her name. She glanced over at the woman who spoke and her brow furrowed for a moment. Then, the recognition set in and her brows rose in surprise. “E-Emmeline,” she asked as she turned more towards Em and tilted her head to the side. “Is that you?”















