Could I beg for 3 and Victoria Hand/ Isabelle Hartley for the askbox meme, please?
You came back.
When she opened her eyes, her head fucking throbbed. God dammit, whatever that was, it fucking hurt. She was going to kill that motherfucker, Grant Ward too. Grant Ward was someone who never going to hurt anyone ever again, because she was going to make sure of it.
When she opened her eyes, Victoria Hand saw no one else in the room. She was relieved. She pushed herself off the bed and splashed some water on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror, god, she looked older.
She pushed her ponytail up and took a few breathes, she hadn’t seen anyone lately. She didn’t even hear anyone. Well, there was only one way to see if she was literally the only one alive. To get out of the room.
She pulled the door open and there was no bustling in the hallway. Still not a horrible sign. She started down the hallway and tripped over some legs that were sprawled out. They were attached to a sleeping person.
Someone she thought she would never see again.
Isabelle blinked her eyes as she got tripped over and she looked over and her smile couldn’t have gotten any bigger. She thrust her arms around Victoria. “I can’t believe you’re really here.”
Victoria couldn’t exactly process it. She swore that this couldn’t happen. She’d been dead. She knew that she was dead. She had come to terms with the fact that Izzy was dead.
“You came back?” She asked.
Isabelle nodded. “We both did. They found a way,” She told Victoria. “It’s weird. But just count our blessings?”
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