An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
All day, you'd watched her slip away from you. At the festival, where everything went right and the tender, budding thing between her and Noelle grew fast enough to choke you, where no matter what you did, it lead back to them. At the lake, at sunset: Susie on one knee. Noelle in her arms. Even in the Dark World, your last desperate bid, you couldn't escape it. Anyone who looked at her could tell. But she'd asked you to walk her home.















