She saw Violet as she had been—standing at the edge of the fire, camera in hand, eyes gleaming with fierce, stubborn joy. The light catching her hair. The way she had smiled before saying something she knew would fluster her. “If the subject is as beautiful as you…”
Then Caitlyn’s voice trembled.
“I’m…” Her voice cracked. “I’m so sorry.”
Her captive soul Fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66033232/chapters/170153974












