#it anazes me how much time has passed

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Didn't get the chance to post about it earlier but, today is Klaus' 11th birthday!!

Happy birthday my evil angel!! Every year I get to have with you is so precious to me. You may be a smelly old man now, but you're my smelly old man. I love you always and forever 💕💋💝

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Finding Home

A/N: Introducingggggg AMY and linh! it gets gay at the end dont worry, once again thanking @bookwyrminspiration for betaing for me!

Tw: mention of injuries and some phantom pains (is that what they’re called??)

Word count: 2279

Chapter 2: Runaway

A month and an accepted roommate later, she got to remember she was Sophie for a minute. Sophie before everything happened. She saw her sister for the first time since their parents were kidnapped and it knocked the breath out of her. Short, bright pink hair blowing around her set face, Amy’s wide eyes stared up at the apartment complex. 

The stairs passed in a blur as Sophie barreled down them almost tripping over her feet on the way down. Amy, her Amy. “Amy!” she yelled barreling into her sister. A moment too late she thought it would be extremely awkward if it wasn’t Amy.

But it was, and she hugged her tighter than ever. Sophie buried her head in Amy’s short hair taking in the comfort of her sister. “You smell weird,” she whispered.

“Missed you too, sis,” Amy chuckled lightly. 

“Dyed your hair and got glasses?” Sophie said, pulling away and holding her at arm's length. 

“Sorry, are we not going to address the fact that you’re passing as human? Under my original name?” Amy asked.

“Uh yeah guess I’ve got a bit of explaining to do.” Sophie rubbed the back of her neck.

“Oh yeah, but over coffee, because I was not ready to see my sister for the first time in over ten years,” she laughed, “And I need a lot more energy cause we have a lot of talking to do.”

So they talked and talked until the sun set behind the skyline and the street lights flickered on empty roadways. They talked until they were out of coffee to drink and snacks to eat and stars to count. 

Sophie could barely pay attention to the first day of classes. Every flash of strawberry blonde and soft eyes sent her back. Back to bright mornings and weird lockers and one on one classes. But not only that; it sent her back to her friends. Dex appeared in the ramblings of Jena, one of Amy’s many friends who could talk for hours about chemicals and science. He clouded her memory when she walked into Chemistry and it threw her back to his laboratory. She thought of him looking at the skinny, freckled covered kid that hung onto her Quantum Theory teacher’s every word. 

When she walked into the library, three days in, and saw the spiraling stacks she remembered Fitz and how he could get lost in a book and never leave the pages. 

Marella could be found in the rare smiles that were Anaz. How sarcastic comments came to her with ease and there was always gossip flooding the halls. 

In her English teacher’s humor, she found Keefe. How Sophie collected pens just because they were there and how doodles filled Amy’s margins. 

Red became her color. In the morning when she didn’t know what to wear Biana flooded her mind. When she didn’t know how to hide her scars she thought of her. Sophie would wear them as a testament to the people she left behind. And when her eyes caught sight of the scars that littered another student’s body, clear on their dark skin, she stood a little taller. They were a testament to survival.

Tam, she remembered when the world was so loud. How he was able to control his impulses, his power, his shadows like her telepathy and inflicting. When she just wanted to hide from it all she remembered him, and kept going.

And the one that came as a surprise to her was Stina. The cold exterior and the sense of superiority that followed Henry, who locked so much of him away in a tiny box, to hide from the rest of the world. And how when you really got to know them there wasn’t a small corner that was as cold as it seemed.

But the one that never really went away was Linh. It didn’t surprise her. No, she knew she would never really get Linh out of her head. So Sophie accepted the small tug that came with seeing people together. As they laughed and smiled and hugged, as two girls held hands firmly; she wondered if that could’ve ever been them. If their broken world would’ve allowed it.

When she thought of them, her hand found her neck and the crystal and she held on tight only to let go. Because that was no longer her, and those people were no longer her’s. Amilia Ruewen did not know them. The crystal was all she had left of them.

And at some point that would have to be okay.

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“You’re coming to this club with the group tonight,” Amy grinned. Ugh, a night with Amy’s friends? Sounded like torture. 

“Why?” Sophie asked. In her head and in her apartment, they were Sophie and Amy. To the world, their jobs, their school, their friends, they were Amilia and Natalie. 

She didn’t have work until Saturday and she had already finished her homework and Amy knew this. There wasn’t a way she wasn’t going. Amy looked up and smiled all teeth, all eyes. Someone save me, Sophie thought.

Spoiler: it went a lot worse than she expected.

There was a feeling that Sophie knew well. It was why she was here in the first place. The feeling started in her wrists, where she had been bound countless times. It spread up and down to the edges of her fingers which had caused so much pain. The fingers that held weapons and the hands that held both the blood of her enemies and friends. It filled her shoulders with tension and her legs with a need to run. But she couldn’t. She was surrounded by bodies, moving, dancing, controlled by the beat of the drums that shook her core like a war cry. That was because it was a war cry. The image of her friends, the small family she had made, half-dead and filling up every bed in the Healing Center. She had run away from them. That was what she alone had done. Sophie ran from the dangers and the responsibility.

Coward.

“Breathe,” an order. In. Out. One. Two. Three.

“Sophie? Soybean?” Amy’s voice. Amy’s hands on her shoulders. “Hey, hey,” her fingers cradled her jaw. “You’re right here, I got you, you’re okay. We won, it’s over.”

But it wasn’t. At night the demons came back to haunt her. And she would be running from them for the rest of her life.

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Sophie had told herself when she left the Lost Cities she wasn’t following orders anymore. Little notes and anonymous gifts were things of the past. She told herself this as she took a picture of her shifts for the next week. They flowed through her mind as she wrote notes for a lecture. Words scribbled on papers and typed on documents controlled her whether she wanted them to or not. They set the path and all she had to do was follow it.

This time it wasn’t directed at her. 

“Hey Soph, you got anyone who would send you mail?” Amy called from the hallway.

“Nope!” She had barely even heard what Amy had said, too absorbed by homework.

“Huh, okay.” 

“You sure it’s not for you? It’s from that town like an hour north of campus,” Amy asked a minute later, shoving the envelope in front of her computer. “Get out of your nerd stuff and look at important things.”

Sophie made a noise but took the envelope, “My nerd stuff is important!”

Amy chuckled lightly, “Sure dear, you’re almost as bad as Jena.”

“My lord Amy it has your name on it,” Sophie shook her head, “And Jena is really smart and, unlike you, actually capable of holding an intellectual conversation!”

“Huh, guess I’m blind.” Rolling her eyes, she went back to her homework as Amy tore open the letter. Where was she? Oh yeah-

“Do you know about that road house right outside of town?” 

“Amy I swear if you interrupt me one more time-”

Amy ignored her, “It’s a coupon to there. We could take the gang this weekend.”

“Yeah sure, totally, now just let me finish my homework,” Sophie said, not realizing that she could’ve just agreed to anything.

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“Nat you can drink?” Amilia asked. It was a running gag.

“Oh shush, I’m not eleven anymore!” Natalie retorted. And she wasn’t eleven, she was twenty-three and Amilia had to remind herself of that often. 

The roadhouse was dark, full of wooden booths. In the corner there was a pool table surrounded by a group of guys. Amilia sat at a table with three of Nat’s friends, her friends, she reminded herself. Thunk! The sound of darts reminded her of throwing stars. Shaking her head slightly she tried not to think about all she had left behind. Amilia, she thought, but it echoed outside her head.

“Amilia!” Tina called, waving her hand in front of her. 

“Sorry, what?” she asked. Get out of your head, she thought sternly.

They all chuckled quietly and tampered off into their different conversations. It was a nice normal, zoning in and out, the words just soft buzzing. She traced the rough wood of the roadhouse with her eyes. The chipped, frayed edges. Dark, daunting, but cozy. The roof domed up to balconies with rooms for the inn part. Sophie didn’t know if anyone actually stayed there anymore. Posts came down into booths, to a karaoke machine in the corner, to the bar that stretched along the entire left side. There was a girl, flannel tight around her waist, short dark hair held up by various barrettes keeping the strands away from her face. The pen and cups flew through her hands with experience and it was mesmerizing to watch. Sophie couldn’t see her face, but there was a tugging feeling that the girl was familiar. From a past life, she thought, and laughed. She had had many past lives. At this point she wouldn’t know which one the girl would’ve been from. If she would just look up, the urge to know who she was got stronger. She was someone to her someone important-

Crash. Her heart pounded, her ears rang. The shattering sound of glass was ironic because it played backwards in her ears. Shattered heart becoming whole.

Sophie, because to that face that was all she was. Her feet moved without her permission. 

Because this girl wasn’t just someone to her, she was everything to her.

She was the hardest to leave behind and the only one that could make her stay.

“I’m supposed to be bartending,” Linh whispered into her shoulder, “and your friends are looking at us.”

“Fuck off, I get the longest hug I want after not seeing you for a decade,” Sophie laughed stubbornly into her shoulder.

Linh turned her head into Sophie’s neck and hummed quietly, “I think that’s fair.”

For the first time she relaxed. The world fell off her shoulders and she realized this was the feeling she had been chasing. Linh smelled like cigar smoke and whiskey and cats (she made a mental note to ask about that later). But she knew, as she shifted closer, holding Linh as tight as she could, after all those years she would still smell like the ocean, she’d still smelled like home.

-

The next morning she found herself passed out in a room that wasn’t her own. An old lamp sat on a wooden nightstand. Next to it, barely lit, was a piece of paper. In big bold letters it read: The Western RoadHouse. In scratchy handwriting there was a note. it filled the entire card,words running into each other. In her very tired state Sophie could barely decipher it.

Hey! Sorry I had to work early and you looked way too peaceful to wake up. How much of last night do you remember? We talked about how I got here, and how you got here. And, well, we talked for hours and did you know the more tired you are the pinker your ears get? And the easier it is the fluster you? You also get clingy and rub your eyes a lot. I ended up having to carry you up to my room and swear to Amy on everything that I had you would be okay. But I realized in that minute in a half of hauling your dead weight and listening to you murmur in your sleep that I had missed you. I ran away because I’ve always been running, but I don’t wanna run anymore. If you’d let me, I’d like to run to you instead. This is me asking if you’ll be my girlfriend, or just go out on a date if you didn’t get that. So yeah? Can I run to you?

For a moment she thought she was dreaming. Then she read it again and all she could do was laugh. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes she grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a simple message in neat, loopy handwriting.

Well then runaway,

Come running.

She wrote her and Amy’s address at the bottom and slipped it into Linh’s bag on the nightstand on her way out. When Amy pulled up in the van she only raised an eyebrow.

“Did you win?” she asked, turning down the music slightly as Sophie closed the door.

She smiled, mouth crooked, eyes wrinkled, for once unguarded and wild. “Yeah, I think I did.” Whoops and hollers rang out from the back where her friends crowded together. They whooped and hollered and clapped her on the shoulder as Amy pulled the van out of the lot.

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"False heart beats"

Hymns _pen

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_ Ardjaaha place

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# Areej

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_ Apologized dear delayed response ... I love you too!

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_ Not you know this gas crisis days? I need to tell my mother to break the phone one who stole your mind and your thoughts ...

He went after awhile

_ What are you doing it from Trusselan?

Pangs stopped Bhgay without paying attention .. I m trying to make my voice naturally busy making his tea

_ Who do you think my friends from high school!

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23/08/2012

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_ Ooh Well .. not Taatochri

That rubbed his eyes and his voice like a child Drifter coarse morning

I went out and Astkulait bus to go to my kidney ... I opened my phone and you send a message to confirm the appointment

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_ Did I forget my love?! Do not be afraid I ll be there definitely ahead of longing to see I feel very much a mental captive

My heart

11:14

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_ UN You Hossam?

_ So must you to be Areej

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_Well .... meet Hossam to meet my brother Siqlq

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_ Do you know How beautiful?

_ Akhalna beautiful with all my details

He replied mischievously protester grief

_ And he denied he is blind, but he loved what you are those eyes colored Yemeni coffee

_ We learn Nkhtlt Turks since the Ottoman rule, so find the people of the city "Ibb" and some of the villages of "Sana a"

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Do not forget the days of my eyes every time we meet the beating of my heart Ktabol degree became afraid that Expose his sweet Asrna became like Wednesday and the dates I record my mind every word tells her to become a balance of happiness for me .. I loved it and loved him with all my heart beats

12/2/2014

#Weigh

The voice of a strong impact comes from the kitchen ... rushed speeding to find my mother dumped him down sweat profusely ... which slowed down my heart beats ...

_ Areej Ariège O Araj

Shook my cry home Vtvajot by Hisham initiates her pregnancy to the car then got a blow on my head and it roars loophole

_ Areej in college helped me, stupid

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# Areej

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Between the corners of the room locked .. I do not know about my mother, or a sense of Hussam news .... all you have done is to bring out Hhqati

Transcendent ... Atrani promised a child or a baby crawling ... asking candy prevented them ??

_ Areej ... that my mother was fine Ahidia ..

I do not know basically no tears pouring ... quickly reared her body towards her slim Artmit ... about an hour and we are on that case .. I sat next to me .. and in particular horny stared, wiping my cheek .. I opened my sister Nour Vahaa pronounce

_ Pass moments of our lives are wrong .. built Adam mis enough unfasten a new page you girl adult Tdrkin ill Fltk and know our society ....

_ Spread ..br?

Looked down her head and pronounced Dully

_ You know, were not far from the university has gone through the incident a week ... my mother went out to safety and do not want to see you ..ozlk young

_ What you do?

Rapid Pink, which made it Tnazerna foolishly

_ You silly right Areej ... that your heart beats false ... all I have forced him to marry your order muzzles little people ... you know Nada and me now Gailltan because they look at their husbands Almshakrh ... we are in fact a problem Areej and you ll be aware of that is why your behavior mindless!

#After 2 manth

Yemeni traditional hype ... and the bride like a moon on the throne of heaven, 14 night ... not for the black under her eyes and withered outlook ..oottaghm the face of the groom, which was not worthy of him the night of joy

#Hymns_pen

Voice screams Akecart building inhabitants .. goggle jerseys which bemuse only a small curvature in it ... was severely beaten and devoid of any mercy ... Aiakl that his passion got a drug to reverse the effect of hatred filled his stomach ... were not a night or two nights each 6 months suffering from beating him and showered strange m wishes to divorce him one day ... How wonderful that the adoration and love sod wondrous!

#Arig

I took clear on my stomach ... and smile imposed on the teachings fatigued me .. Nazerth with joy and enthusiasm Tgra pronunciation

_ New Baby is coming to us after 6 months

Were not described the joy of letters or words or Soran Arouk first born to me from him .. Despite the lack of response and Tjahlhll subject, but I did not expect that and despite his knowledge of the next born whole thing

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Kalshah drove to the airport ... and I can say that he has been expelled me to Iraq specifically .. "Baghdad" as a servant when his family ... is returned to Yemen without a word to say .. and my family Nbaroo me all my life has become hell because of him and I still love him nights fools. .. and that the poor, who Bohachaia I am almost certain that he will not regaining my parents warm embrace ..ao fresh word from the father of delight .. Khater was my feelings of remorse and happiness one capable of so that the gut ... but I did not feel hate or perhaps you still see only a little less on that feeling

#wgdan

Under the quilt ... and the darkness of the room ..ochach lit in front of me ... tears from my eyes apply a burning sensation on the scene of the hero dies in front of his beloved ... ooh did not dwell I am still the best dramas

Sad love with the failed .. Balbjamh loose cartoon drawings came down the stairs toward the kitchen to take a cup of cold water in this heat burning ... came across my aunt ..aktefit faint smile Badltinay them ... What we have received them, and my grandmother hemlock what taste and its impact is still in my throat and other Jsudai..tjahilt memories foolish. I returned to the dark room ... I am following Dramati

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_ Wijdan where your father? Allen comes to the Council of Parents ??

_ That my father passengers to buy me gifts

Haha nights small lie ... that I was a girl blatantly lie is naive .. I m trying to convince my friends I did not believe her illusions .. What is the guilt of the child Hnt characters "Baba" as does the rest of the kids,!

_ My mother asked me where my friends and my parents tell me where he is ??

_ Dear traveler is in my country that we visited last year that is true Tzkrenha

Played with dust and uttered innocently

_ When he would not do if we meet? But my mother loves me?

I did not find them in response was a response time is the silence that made me ask again and I still can not find an answer ... heal Galili I remember once I saw him in my grandmother s mother Motk ... but my mother refused to news Lacan is whether or not ..ha do not deny that even did not cast a glance at the corner that we were out Yalschrih!

_ My mother what the meaning of my name?

Assigned her head with my head

YOU YOU sentimental .. My feelings are all in my child conscience .. Mama s feelings are scattered and gather Stadtha only my child conscience

Basma honest adorned on her face disappeared behind the slim ..gamalha premature wrinkles of her face and her eyes Almabeltan hah I can still remember the details ... inside and out her trouble ... Kmalh in the school as a cleaner ensure the comfort of the people of the house and despicable dealings with them ..

I opened the folded paper between the heritage of her clothes, which was your favorite ... prepared .. all I did folded is Dmotain even Nzlta down Zgueni..ontqa sarcastically

_ Qstkma was more drama sad my mother ... I am the victim ...

In front of her tomb stood ..obed flowers placed .. the usual began my speech to the spirit in the sky

_ Lamy graduation ceremony was wonderful but it was lacking in you .. I will finish Amabna and rode my life after Osora a respectable job ... I love my mother ..ohuzeinh to me sudden Vrack ..mte forcibly before the stroke of those damned Tamota ..haha goodbye to my mother, I will call you ..

Rustle behind me ... weak voice manly pronunciation

_ What she said before her death?

Without paying attention ... for fear of the noise of my feelings that Stddvq that Nazerth ... said now that he has Kainan Hayan here after he got married and lived his life comfortable with another family ... ironically has shaken my voice I replied

_ My heart beats ..kazbh!

~ Has ~

Like the rest of the story and the fact Ouseltni from a reliable source in fact the core of the story and the fact that the other drama of suspense

Jambiya: Yemeni heritage uniforms for men placed on a large waist with a sharp knife extracted from rhinoceros horn

The Ibb that green eyes are comparing Hussam .fahi Yemeni city known Balkhaddra because of the green Xaiha which capped throughout the year, almost

Lake + comments do you think of my dear ones to know and criticisms .. I liked the idea of the story Fjsdtha reality is happening and kills many