This silence became overbearing, and the weight of expectations began to burden her shoulders even though there was just a single blue pair staring at her. Waiting for her. The light in those irises slowly faded, and the hopeful smile Elsa had started to feel like they were all made up of desperation. Anna would have guessed it. In the back of her mind, deep down in her heart, she didn't want to think that Elsa was only turning to her because the person that made her love life interesting had turned into an abusive asshole. Even though she tried to convince herself that this wasn't what Elsa was trying to do, it almost felt like it.

Rejection… Anna had never rejected her. Never felt the need to reject her wife, but she had someone in her life already. How could she say yes to someone that kept her in the dark for so long? How could she say yes, when the only person she had been chasing after had been saying no to her?

Slowly, Anna wrapped her fingers around her own waist, pushing herself away… and her eyes wandered off to the side. She shouldn't be feeling guilty, but she was feeling it. And if that's what it meant to keep herself sane once more, she didn't mind it one bit. If it meant that they would not feel broken together, then it was all worth it.

Right now, the only thought she had was that she couldn't betray Meg. She wasn't going to be that person.

"Anna?" The single, soft voice pronouncing her name startled Anna. She'd have to see the disappointment in her eyes. And right now, Anna wasn't sure if she wanted that. But if I need this for myself… I need to say it. "Anna, what do you say? We could learn about each other. Again." Again. Is that what I want?

Sighing, Anna managed to grab onto her hand once more. Squeezed it. I hope she understands. She gazed with such love and warmth at those hands that she felt guilty for wanting something for herself… for thinking that this was for the best of them. "We've spent… seven, almost eight years of our lives together. We've been divorced for ten months. I love you. God, I really do. But during these past few months, we both found someone in our lives that would love us the way we wanted because we couldn't make each other happy. I found someone… who could make me happy. I want to stay that way."

Silent. It was way too silent.

Anna wasn't sure what she was expecting. She stared at her ex-lover… anticipating crying. Anticipating anger. But all she saw was a blank expression… and those pale cheeks began to redden as Elsa let out a small smile. An accepting smile. And when Elsa nodded, gazing down at her own hands, Anna felt as if she had done wrong to her. But just for herself, only herself, she wanted to find happiness with someone else. It wasn't hard. But why does it feel like I can't let her go?

"You found someone that you truly enjoy being with… someone that will love you the way I didn't."

Anna nodded slowly in agreement. Does she understand? Truly? "I… I love you. So much. And I will always do my very best to take care of you… to take care of Olaf. But I have my own happiness to look forward to. I -"

Elsa chuckled bitterly. At this point, Anna understood they were just never going to be the same. Elsa… especially, with her eyes gazing ever so distantly, containing all these memories of them together, perhaps, she knew better than either of them that nothing was going to be the same. "I... have so many regrets, Anna."

"I do too." I wish she can see that. I wish she could see that I have changed too.

"I wish it didn't have to end like this."

"And yet it has," Anna whispered, and she allowed herself to caress the back of Elsa's hand with the pad of her fingers. She could feel the slight tremble… the nervousness… and perhaps, beyond that nervousness, Elsa was angry at herself. Anna couldn't speak for her. She gazed into those blue eyes, and all she saw was the heartbreak, the acceptance of her rejection. But Anna knew she couldn't fall for it. She couldn't fall for her.

Her heart had been squeezed by hurtful words, and right now, all she could be was Elsa's comfort and reassurance. "I will always love you," she breathed, fingers running through her blonde hair. Oh, when was the last time she had felt her hair? When was the last time she would feel Elsa lean into her hand…? When was the last time Elsa had wept, had shed a tear… had hugged her?

Anna didn't act surprised when she felt arms suddenly embracing her. Squeezing her. And at this point, she knew Elsa didn't want to let her go. But she had to. She must.

Her hands hesitated to soothe her back, and once it brushed her slender shoulder blades… Anna let the woman cry on her. She had come to the realization that Elsa had been enduring and concealing her emotions for weeks. Months, even. Her wounds, her hurt emotions, her muffled cries for help… and, now, Anna was the next person to hurt her once more.

She never wanted this. They never expected this. And while Anna wanted badly to just drown in the comfort of Elsa's body, voice, her precious tears… her mind was clouded with her lover back at home giving her the best of everything.

She sighed, breathing into her scent, eyes shutting the moment the scent had come to her. Oh, how wonderful she remember her smelling. How much she reminded Anna of home. She held her tightly, and she allowed the woman to cry on her more. She had to cry more. Anna would remember her. I love her… but I can't do this.

"Anna…"

"I know, beautiful. I know. It hurts…" Is that enough? "But I will always be there for you. I won't let you be hurt again."

Almost immediately, Elsa pulled away, sniffling. Her cheeks stained with tears.

All she had given was a loving smile and her hands running down the side of Anna's arms. The blonde shook her head, dropping them down. "Anna, I… do not want you to feel what I have been feeling these days. I want you to happy, and I know she will give you everything that you need. But I will prove to you…"

Anna tilted her head, and as their fingers met, she wrapped her own around Elsa's. "Prove to me?"

"That I have changed. I… will not be the person that I was to you."

Anna had never felt such relief, hearing those words coming out of Elsa's mouth. Was this a dream? A joke? Because… it wasn't funny. Anna wanted this… wanted to see that Elsa she had once fallen in love with, and that person was staring right at her. She wanted to see the woman that would always kiss her goodnight. That would wrap her arms around her when time permitted. That would take her to trips… that would love her… that would cherish her with times were rough.

The beautiful lover that had once done her wrong had changed. But for what? What use was there, having to change now? The deed was done, and Anna had fallen in love with somebody else. She couldn't help smiling though. This situation… had been so mentally and emotionally exhausting, and now, she could see Elsa still had a heart. Not just for herself… but for Anna. And for as long as she had been with Elsa, she believed that the woman she had fallen in love with had become cold. Empty. Not a single thing - not even Anna -could stop Elsa from destroying their marriage for the sake of happiness. But now… perhaps, Anna knew they were so blinded by their own selfish needs - unable to talk to each other, unable to say what they wanted from each other by the assumption that they just wouldn't be understood - that their love… had shattered.

Only, it did shatter, and there was no going back. Did Elsa deserve this? I wish I could say yes.

And if Anna had said yes… she would be the selfish one.

Holding her hand, Anna realized how warm they were. How warm Elsa was. She remembered… the times that she was exactly like this, and how much Anna loved one of her many features. When their bodies touched. When she could hear Elsa calling her name - Nothing else would have mattered.

She shut her eyes. I can't. "Thank you, Elsa."

"I… I don't want you to be hurt anymore. I did so much to you. I only wish you the best, and…"

"And?"

Elsa smiled. Chuckled. "Maybe we can have a drink sometimes."

Ah. That, Anna would love. She'd very much prefer that they could just act normal, talking about their day, instead of drama like this. The Elsa she knew could talk to her casually, smile for her… laugh for her… drink with her without a care in the world. And just like that, Anna nodded with a burst of small laughter. "I'd love to."

The day had finally lost its light. Night had fallen, the air had gotten colder, and she hungered for the peace and quiet that she had been wanting for a long time. All Anna wanted to do was plop in bed and stay under her blanket for days on end. Never had she felt so… spent. So weak.

The emotional rollercoaster that day had been too overwhelming, and it hurt that she was the one that had to clean up all this mess. She wished she could call for help, but it was already too late.

She had fed her family. Given them the best care she could. Tended to Elsa's wounds, and her own. Tended to her son's emotions. And now, all Anna wanted was to be back in her own home… wallow in her own emotions, drown herself in alcohol to cure her unhappiness, wash herself up with love, and perhaps, even try to cure herself with a body next to her… She needed to be in the comfort of her own home, in the arms of the person that would always tend to her.

Time continued to pass, and as she entered her apartment and closed the front door… she eyed the television in exhaustion. The news was on. The smell of food wafted in the air. Her ears were filled with the sound of footsteps coming closer to her, and her lover's eyes quickly met her own. Her lovely smile contrasted with the trembling of her own lips.

She needed this… her sunshine smile, the casual outfit she wore… how much it felt like she was at home with her.

"Welco -" Meg stopped.

Silence overtook them, and Anna just stood by the front door like a statue. Unable to move. Unable to even begin to say, "I'm home".

Her eyes, tired and unsure, stared at Meg's shocked expression. She was… disappointed. Embarrassed. She wanted everything to go smoothly, and she knew Meg wished for this as well. But here she was, shoulders slouched, the skin of her knuckles and lips broken, her eyes that were supposed to shine for Meg had been completely drained. She wouldn't be surprised if her brunette would just give up on her at once. She wouldn't take care of me now, would she? I'm always testing her… aren't I?

But it didn't take another moment. Meg had stopped smiling, and when Anna least expected it she had quickly lifted the redhead in her arms and carried her.

"Meg -"

"Shh."

Her arm instinctively wrapped around Meg's shoulders… and all Anna could do was eye her lover's sternness. Never had she seen how serious her lover could be… how much care was in the glow of her eyes. And, at last… she felt safe. At last, she felt herself melting in her arms.

She let out a small whimper, leaning herself into the crook of Meg's neck as she walked. Her scent was always calming and relaxing… and all she wanted was to simply be with Meg, have those wonderful fingers run down her hair, her body… Oh, it would make her feel so much better.

Entering the bedroom, she felt Meg hug her body, carefully wrapping her in a blanket. It was just silent. Meg didn't ask anything. Didn't pry. She didn't need to because that woman was intuitive enough to understand Anna had gone through some hard times. Like always, huh?

Warm hands began caressing her body… tender fingers tracing her wounds. Anna couldn't sleep though, and they both knew it.

They would stay here however long they needed… and only then, when she was ready, Anna would talk.

The clock ticked loudly in the room but all Anna could hear was the music of her lover's heart beating. Quite fast honestly. And it didn't matter if Meg's heart was beating because of all the questions swirling in her head or because she was just ecstatic that Anna was here… but at least, her heart was beating for Anna.

She shut her eyes, her hand gripping on Meg's waist, her head slowly pressed against her chest. She wanted to cry, but after hours of distress… after losing her mind, Anna had gone numb. The small whimper she let out was enough to make Meg embrace her harder, lips pecking loving, reassuring kisses on her forehead.

"I've got you, beautiful…" Meg whispered. "You're safe now. Would you like me to make you something -"

Anna immediately grabbed her lover's hand. "N-No. No… just… stay here with me."

The woman slowly relaxed with a nod. They were going to have to get comfortable for a very long time. "Okay, I'll be here. Always."

And all Anna wanted to hear was more of the soft sweet whispers of Meg's voice singing to her like a lullaby.

She didn't dare touch Meg again though. Didn't have the energy to. For a time, they stayed like this, Anna slowly lulled into relaxation, but emotionally? Mentally? She couldn't stop thinking despite wanting to so badly. She felt her clothes slowly being taken off her… and she knew Meg was merely trying to change her clothes. To see if there were any more wounds.

It was different… so different. Meg was treating her like a princess, like a proper girlfriend tending to Anna who had been hurt, who had been scarred. Who would do such a thing for her? Spoil her?

Anna couldn't give her anything, and yet… just looking at Meg, it seemed like simply letting her do this would make the brunette content. Her heart pounded. Skipped. She had never felt so loved and so cared for… and, once she had been stripped bare, Meg had her arms wrapped around her once again. Ah, how warming. How lovely.

For a while, they didn't say anything once again. The only background noise loud enough was the television out in the living room.

She desired the feeling of someone being next to her, to warm her up. To love her the way she needed to be loved. And she was getting everything that she wished for.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and gazed at Meg. Fingers continued to run through her hair, another caressing the bruise on her broken lips… and it was a small moment where their eyes met and she felt a pair of perfect lips lean in to kiss her broken lips. To love her. Oh, Anna never wanted this to stop. She wanted to drown.

But she knew Meg wouldn't let her drown. She didn't whine when they pulled away, didn't pout when Meg still gazed at her ever so sternly. "What happened?" Ah, there it is.

Anna opened her mouth, only to close it again. She wasn't sure what she should say first. So many things had happened these past few hours that she wanted to simply lie and say she just had an accident. She knew Meg would want to know the truth though. Lying… was never her best suit.

Feeling Meg caress her cheek, she returned the favor by holding her hand, kissing the back. I need her… more than ever. "Meg… I…"

"Tell me. You're okay, I'm here." Oh, this is so nice… this feels so real. Those tender eyes. That reassuring smile. Anna was safe in her arms. "Look at you… what did you do for Elsa and Olaf? What did you do to yourself?"

Fuck… Her heart had dropped instantly. Talking about her own feelings… was never easy. She didn't want to get rejected, but in her safe arms, she knew she would never be rejected. She would be understood. She had someone that would listen to her. "I… I did what I had to do…"

"What did you do, beautiful?" Meg pushed a loose strand of red hair behind Anna's ear.

"I came home with Olaf, and just… God, I-I… her face. Hans…" Warm, loving arms immediately wrapped around her head, fingers running through her hair. And while Anna choked up, her lover was doing her very best to spoil her.

"Okay, baby. I think I know where this is going. Take your time, Anna… I'm here." I will. Oh, I will.

It took an hour for her to say what she had to say. Not because there was a lot to say… but it was a lot to take in. And over that long hour, Meg stayed calm… collected, asking questions when she didn't understand, listening when she was meant to listen. It felt good - to let it all out, to let herself loosen up to her lover. Gods, it felt so good… but it was the most scarring conversation she had.

Late dinner quickly came to her when Meg came into the room with a tray of food. She had never once taken her eyes of Meg when she was being fed.

"Tasty?" Meg asked, feeding her another spoonful of rice.

Anna scoffed playfully. "I'm not a child."

She sighed. "After today… I think it's best if I take care of you. How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted."

"I'm proud of you, Anna." She fed the redhead another spoonful. "I was worried about you. You didn't answer my calls, my texts -"

"I didn't want you to be involved. I'm sorry."

Meg rolled her eyes. "I'm your girlfriend. I'm sort of involved if you're hurt like this. Plus… you know I'm worried about Olaf too."

"I know." She really doesn't have to be. "I'm okay, I promise."

When Meg didn't respond Anna knew she didn't believe her one bit. She realized how wrong she had been to lie when Meg dropped the spoon in the bowl and her violet eyes stared at her in disbelief. After being together for some time, they were already at a point where they could truly sense how the other felt, and it looked like Meg could see through her as fast as the blowing wind.

"Anna, you know you don't have to carry this burden all by yourself."

Ah, true words. Anna couldn't disagree. But she was reluctant to agree. She nodded, pursing her lips into a tight smile. "I know. I'm not. But, hey… I told you everything's okay now. I'm just… a little traumatized."

"I can see that. Do you need time off from work?"

As much as Anna didn't like to do that, her mental health came first. At least, she knew that. "Yeah."

"Alright. I'll call your work first thing tomorrow morning. Hey." Meg reached out to squeeze Anna's shoulder. "If there's anything that's bothering you or… if you feel like you need to hide, don't. I'm your girlfriend, you can trust me. Right?"

Timidly, Anna nodded. "Right."

With a loving kiss on the lips, Meg slowly got up. "Alright, I'm going to clean up. You rest."

With the door closed, Anna felt oddly empty. More than she should be feeling. It would only just be for a bit, but she missed having Meg by her side. The shadow of her arms around her wasn't enough. Curling her knees up to her chin, arms hugging her legs, she gazed at her feet blankly. After telling Meg so much about what had happened… she did leave one thing out. One thing that she knew with absolute certainty not to say. Ever.

Elsa… wanted her back.

God, it sounded so wrong as she continued to think about it. All this time, trying to chase her… only for Elsa to end up saying those words. Those words that Anna once badly wanted to hear. She always thought it was… alright to tell Meg everything because they trusted each other that much. It was so simple. But, perhaps, in the back of her mind, she thought Meg would just take this the wrong way. How could she not? Anna didn't trust herself with her own words… her own feelings and she wondered if Meg was true to her own words when she said Anna could tell her anything, no matter if was about Elsa or herself.

No. Even knowing how open-minded Meg could be, she didn't want to risk hurting her. Never.

A week had passed. The room in the morning smelled like alcohol and air freshener. Her bedside table was filled with empty beer bottles and crumbled pieces of paper napkins. Her sheets were stained with the scent of her own self, pitiful tears, and she couldn't be bothered to clean herself all up. She felt dirtied.

Day after day her guilt, and voicemails, continued to pile up. Elsa called every day, but Anna never had the courage to answer her, until finally, Anna decided to turn her phone off. She hadn't gone to pick up Olaf and drop him off at home. Elsa had been doing all of this, and every day her sorry self could not gather the energy to apologize to Elsa.

She didn't have much to apologize for, though. She only wanted to apologize for wanting a week to herself to think. A week to think ended up being a week of wallowing in sorrow in bed. No food. No showering. Little water.

Meg hadn't come up either. Anna didn't want her to. She promised Meg she would be able to take care of herself, but… this wasn't what she was doing. This seemed like punishment. Come to think of it, Anna didn't need any punishing. Anna didn't need to stay at home, drowning in her own sorrows, but -

How could she explain this? Well, how could she face Elsa after what had happened? After hearing Elsa say she had been raped, beaten, ridiculed?

She should've been there to take care of Elsa, yet, here she was.

She rubbed her hand down her face, sighing. It was enough. It should be enough. A week had passed and she had done nothing but hug her bed like a child. God damn it.

Anna looked to her side, seeing the mess on the floor. She gazed at the mirror attached to the closet, and she could almost see the glistening oil in her hair and her dry skin from the lack of cleaning. She could almost smell her own scent.

She was about to get up when she heard the front door from the living room opening and closing. Quick footsteps stomped through the hallway, getting louder and louder as they came closer to her room. She was absolutely terrified of what was about to happen, but her expression didn't betray her terror, looking as if she didn't give two shits.

Her bedroom door swung open, and there was Meg. Hands on her hip, violet eyes glaring right at her. "Get up."

"Meg…"

The woman growled, walking towards her, a finger stabbed right against Anna's chest. "That is enough. Get the hell up." She flung the blanket off Anna. "You do not get to ignore my calls anymore, nor do you get to ignore Elsa's. You get up right now, and stop acting like a child!"

Anna looked away, head facing down. She's disappointed too? "I… was about to -"

Meg sighed, straightening herself up, hands flung in the air before dropping them down. "Anna," she looked around, shaking her head, "stop worrying us. If you need help, I'll help you. Don't just ignore me."

She was right. She was reluctant to ask for help, and yet, she didn't understand why. Perhaps, she didn't want to be embarrassed… or perhaps she didn't want to burden others, but Anna reminded herself - she had to take care of her own mental health.

Swallowing her pride, she looked down, nodding. The way Meg was gazing at her with concern and disappointment discouraged her from telling her lover anything. "Yeah… I… I know. I was about to get up and clean."

Meg stayed where she was like she didn't believe what Anna had said. "How much did you drink? Five bottles a day? Ten?"

Anna shook her head. "N-No -"

"You can't keep doing this, Anna. You can't do this to yourself." When Meg finally plopped down on the bed she took Anna's hand and looked into her eyes. "I can't see you drown, beautiful…" She felt sorry for Meg, honestly. The woman had done so much for her, and all Anna had ever been was a burden. Feeling lips kissing her palm, she realized no matter how stern Meg's words were, at least, she meant well. "Talk to me, Anna… please."

Talking… Anna was up for it. She had to be. Looking away with pursed lips, she wondered where she should begin. Her mind swirled, but every thought she had, she simply put aside because she didn't deem it fair enough to tell Meg. Yet. "I just…" She gazed down at their warmly entwined hands. "I needed space for myself. To reflect. Meg… he raped her. To know that my wife had suffered through so much, making sure our son kept it quiet from me… do you know how that feels?" Her eyebrows furrowed, fingers fisting the sheet of her bed. "It's been haunting me, knowing I couldn't do anything. That I didn't do anything."

"Anna, it's not your fault -"

She scoffed wetly. "How could it not be? I knew something was wrong - you did too - and I didn't push further when I was asking questions."

"Anna, she wouldn't have told you either way."

"But you don't know that…" Anna croaked, pinching the bridge of her nose, her tears slowly streaming down her cheeks. She was so sick of crying, and while she thought she had no tears left, her voice cracked, and her throat felt more constricted than ever. "You don't know that."

Fingers gently ran through her hair, and she knew Meg was gazing at her with such intent and concern, ears completely opened for her to talk to. But in her heart, she knew… she knew Meg didn't want to hear any of the things that were in her head. She was Meg's girlfriend, for God's sake. Nobody would want to hear about someone's ex-wife and son.

She sniffled, chuckling. "God, this is so stupid… I'm sorry, I know you don't want to hear any of this -"

"You need to stop doing what you're doing right now."

"What?"

Meg raised her eyebrows. "Blaming yourself? Do you really think this is all on you? This was never on you. You did what you had to do. Find love, find happiness. Not knowing what's happening in Elsa's life is not. On. You. Do you understand?"

Fuck… Anna stayed quiet. At least now, she knew Meg would be the voice of reason… the voice that could get her to sleep at night. She realized how much she had blamed herself for what had happened. This wasn't healthy, and even without realizing it, other people would catch on. Perhaps, Elsa had caught on a long time ago. Being selfless… didn't mean she had to be submissive to others as well.

Biting her lip, her shoulders slouched and she relaxed, just as Meg had wanted her to. Right now, she was able to see that… well, the abuse, the ruin of their marriage, and Elsa's poor life were not because of her.

Feeling a hand caressing her cheek, she decided to lean in. But she needed more. Reaching out - oh, this was the first time for a week - she grabbed Meg's shoulder and led them both into a hug. And Meg could give her the best, the warmest of hugs.

Anna could drown in her touch, her scent… but she just closed her eyes, tears squeezing out - mostly happy and grateful tears - her head leaning right against her shoulder. "I love you," she whispered.

"Oh, darling, I love you… God, look at you…" Meg chuckled, rocking them both side to side. This could definitely lull Anna to sleep once more. "I leave you to yourself for a week and I'm seeing a mess all around. What are you going to do without me?"

Anna muffled a laugh against her shoulder. "It's up for debate. Thank you for telling me all of this. I wouldn't have known… wouldn't have been convinced."

"Anna, I will you pick you back up every time you fall down. It doesn't matter how many times you fall… I'm always here to catch you." Meg slowly pulled away, fingers playing with the fringes of Anna's auburn hair, pushing them back… and all Anna could gaze at was the beautiful glint in her eyes. "So no matter how much I need to yell at you or to spoil you… just know that I'm here because I care and I love you. And sure, you think you're right sometimes when you're not thinking, but I will tell you why you are wrong, and I know you will listen. You're strong, Anna. Don't forget that."

Ah… she always knows how to make me feel better. Anna didn't have to say a single word to let Meg know that she was grateful. That she wouldn't be able to do anything if it weren't for her words. But she leaned in, tender lips on lips, they kissed to show her gratitude. Her love. And feeling Meg smiling against her - even though she had been yelling at her a moment ago - gave Anna the best joy. Back then, she realized how undeserving she felt. But, God, did Anna feel so deserved and loved. The sweetness in the kiss just showed all that.

Pulling away, finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Meg licked her lips with her eyebrows raised. "Anna, you really need to clean up." She laughed, getting up to her closet.

Anna pouted when fresh clothes were thrown at her. Well, I thought that was a nice kiss. "What, you don't like my morning breath?"

She squinted playfully. "I don't think it's just your morning breath."

"Ouch. Way to ruin the mood." She turned to her phone. Ah, that was right… she had a phone call to make to make up for all the missing ones that Elsa had sent her. Right now, she wondered if she was doing alright. If… everything was really back to normal. If her bruises were fully healed and she would be able to get out of the house again.

Meg seemed to notice her gaze longingly at her phone, her smile slowly disappearing. "You know, Olaf didn't come to school for a week."

"Oh…" She couldn't let go of the sight.

"Elsa's worried. Make that call soon, alright? I'll cook breakfast for you." The door slowly creaked open, and she knew Meg had to be gazing at her still. Though… she wasn't sure how the woman was looking at her. Right now, her main concern was how she should explain to her ex-wife why she went silent this past week.

"Yeah, I'll… I'll be here for a bit." Slowly, she reached out for her phone, turning it back on.

"And clean up those bottles while you're at it."

"Yeah."

"When you're feeling better, come out. We will talk, and we'll eat, alright?"

Anna didn't reply back though, completely ignoring her, and immediately what followed was the loud slamming of the door shut. She wasn't startled. She had all her attention to her phone, contemplating what she should say, contemplating what her wife would say to her. One thing she understood was that… Elsa wanted to mend their relationship back together. That was something Anna was glad about and should be glad about. Her intentions though… still weren't clear. I have a girlfriend. I can't mess around now…

But Anna wasn't missing the chance to have what she used to have with Elsa. At the very least, they weren't strangers anymore.

Slowly, she turned her phone on to see the dozens of missed calls these past few days. This couldn't wait any longer. Because I need this. I need to have closure.

a/n: *sips tea* ah, everyone's riot from last chapter was satisfying