the blonde had a point. this afterlife wasn’t ideal, but arcadia wasn’t complaining. there’s a huge house that they get to live in, there’s a sweet beach nearby, and she’s not alone. honestly, this place came pretty close to what arcadia imagined elysium was like. “i think we DID move on.” she says, carefully choosing her next few words. “i’m not too sure what this place is exactly, but so far it seems like the OPPOSITE of hell.” she then motions towards the manor. “i mean, have you seen this place? it’s got netflix and everything.”
&& her old life had netflix she thought silently as the brunette continued explaining their location almost like a school camp in luxury. -- glamping. she’d almost sided with the netflix option before deciding to take a risk and life for just a moment. kiss a stranger. shaking her head she couldn’t fathom how someone could like it here. alone. “netflix doesn’t come close to what’s actually missing.” she muttered almost inaudibly as her thoughts drifted onto the what ifs. going over rhetoricals that strangers spoke of.












