minimalist poly aesthetics (kinda), cora x boyd x erica*
"So tell me about her...before." Cora said softly. It's been days since they were rescued. They've slept a lot, and Boyd went to see his parents, but now they're back in Derek's loft, sitting quietly by the windows.
Boyd gets a far away look in his eyes. "She was...." He drags in a breath and his face goes tight. "Alive. She was alive and she was a fighter and she was everything she was in there, only she was free." “We should leave.” Cora announces suddenly, ignoring the tightening in her throat and the burn in her eyes. She’s well accustomed to ignoring her grief. “We can go anywhere, Boyd. We can be free for her.”
Boyd turns to her, nodding slowly, eyes brimming with tears. “She’d like that.” From the other side, Erica smiles, wiping tears from her own eyes. Pride surges, coupled with love for both of them. “Run.” She whispered, despite the fact that nobody would hear her, “Run before this town kills you too.”
They do.