[ It's not like Chloe's life wasn't already filled with nightmare fuel; long before she got pulled into any alternate universe, before running into murderous creatures in France, she'd met plenty of monsters who tended to leave her waking up in the middle of the night with her heart racing and a strong desire to hide under the blankets. It seemed like the longer life went on, the more was added to the picture - drug dealers, deadly classmates, corpses, crazy storms, psychopaths.
It was funny how often people called Deerington hell when she wasn't sure Arcadia Bay was really much different.
But this small town in Maine is certainly doing enough to make sure that her nightmares don't ease up any time soon. Some of the images have become more creative, more twisted, more akin to the horror movies she used to laugh at when she was a kid for having cheesy special effects. Everything mixes together after a while - the feeling of fire burning away at her skin, running through Shiro's worst nightmares and the horrible sounds that came from the alien experimentations that she'd never been able to bring herself to watch, seeing Eddie's body tear apart as the monster stored inside of him had exploded it's way outwards, the unbearable pain that came when he attacked... and now the unmistakable lingering feeling of being watched. Stalked. Followed until everything went black with the familiar bang that was going to end everything back home as well.
It's that sound that's echoing in her head when she sits up in bed, breath coming in quick pants, her hands gripping at the sheets as she feels panic rip through every part of her body. She can feel a fresh layer of sweat on her skin and her heart feels like it's going to beat right out of her chest. She feels a pain in her head and torso, blinding but she's pretty sure that it's all in her imagination. Her hands are shaking as she tries to look for something to smoke, forgetting that Angela had told her not in the guest room and so she never kept it by her bed here.
Her hands do clasp around the bottle of anxiety pills, though, and she fumbles with the childproof cap with a heavy amount of swearing. ]
[Chloe's voice rouses Max from her light, dreamless sleep. It's pitch black, cold, and everything is unfamiliar - from the cot she's lying on to the dark figure on the nearby bed. It takes her a few moments to orient herself, remembering one at a time where she is, why she's there, and who's sharing the room with her.]
Chloe...?
[She sits up sluggishly, bare feet touching the cold floor. It all still feels very dreamlike. She rubs her eye, trying to push the drowsiness aside. Only then does it begin to register that Chloe had been swearing, and that pills are rattling inside a bottle.]
[ She startles some when she hears Max's voice, almost like she'd forgotten she's so close by, but she's quick to close her eyes and take a breath as she reminds herself that she's still in a safe space. With a safe person. Everything, theoretically, it totally fine. ]
The stupid - Fucking - Finally. [ The lid's popped off with a small click and she pulls out one of the white pills and quickly pops it between her teeth, crushing it and letting the powder dissolve on her tongue. ]
Sorry. [ Fine. Everything is fine. ] Didn't mean to wake you up.
[Any thought of going back to sleep disappears as she watches Chloe put the pill in her mouth. She knows what that means. Her brow furrows with concern.]
It's okay. That's what I'm here for.
[She pushes herself off the cot and makes her way to the bed, sitting down next to Chloe. She lets a moment of silence pass before speaking with gentle concern.]
[ The shift in the bed gets her to look up at her, before she lets her gaze drop back down to the mattress again. Her shoulders shrug, the shaking slowly stopping as she feels the meds start to gently work their way into her system. Or maybe it's all placebo. Either way, it's making her body start to recognize that she's not actively about to die.
Again. ]
Bad dream. [ A beat. ] Guess that's some Inception-like bullshit, huh? Nightmare within a nightmare.
[She watches Chloe slowly stop shaking, and reaches out to put a hand on her shoulder. Her grip is gentle but steady. Unlike Chloe she keeps her eyes steady on the other girl, searching.]
Was it, uhm. [Her voice drops lower.] Was it Reaper?
[She hates having to say his name to her, but... she cares too much to let this slide.]
[ Even though her jaw tenses at the name, it seems more from anger than fear. While he might have been part of her nightmares, there's a steady fury that she feels towards him, one she isn't ever going to be able to take out on Nathan or Jefferson or Damon or any of the other men who played with her life back home. ]
He's there, I guess. I'm sure he'd get a real laugh over making me lose sleep.
[ She's too scared of him hurting the people she loves to tell him off for it, too. ]
It's... everything, I guess. It just sorta builds, y'know?
...Yeah. Builds until it explodes in a big mess of things.
[Until it's all muddled together and there's nothing specific, and you find yourself shaking and crying and waking up in the middle of the night, and you can't even say why.
She does know. What she doesn't know is how to make it better.
But she can be there for Chloe anyway. Her hand moves to take Chloe's.]
[ Chloe's hand grips down on Max's fairly quickly, taking comfort in the feel of her there, the reminder of not being alone. Talking about it is always easier said than done; it requires reliving it and sorting out the fuzz around the edges the longer she's awake. ]
I don't ... I don't know. It's all so jumbled. Stuff from home, stuff from Reims, stuff here. [ Of course, the only way to sort it out was to talk, and she knows that. Ramble. Let it out all at once. ] Sometimes I'm digging through dirt, looking for --For anything. There's so much wind and rain and hail and fire you can't outrun no matter how hard you try. There are monsters everywhere and even though I can hear other people screaming around me, I can't ever scream myself because - because then they might hear you. [ She remembers the fear of something as simple as a sneeze back in France, the worry of a floor creaking, and it makes a shiver run through her as she closes her eyes tight again.
When she talks again, it's started to come out more rushed, like she's trying to get it all out before she loses it. ] Sometimes it's my mom that's screaming, in that stupid diner and I'm trying to get to her but when I finally get the door to open, it's not her, but Eddie and he's - he's changing again. [ Her other arm goes to wrap around her torso, like the scars ache just thinking about it all. ] Or it's Shiro but he's down some long, dark hall and I can't get to him in time and he's scared and alone and there's - there's something or someone watching and I can't get away from it.
[ She swallows roughly, her shoulders shaking again as she tries to keep herself pieced together. ]
No matter what, it always ends the same. With a loud bang, and then I'm awake.
[She shifts closer as Chloe starts to shake, enough that their arms are touching and she can rest her head on her shoulder. She listens in silence, trying to process all these things. Not trying to find meaning in it, really, but... trying to understand how it must feel for her best friend. The threats, the helplessness, the suffering of people she cares about... the finality.
She can't bring herself to address that finality.]
You've been through so much...
[Her grip tightens on Chloe's hand. She wishes so badly she could tell Chloe that things are better now, that they'll be okay. But obviously that would be wrong.]
[ There's a knee-jerk reaction to want to say that it's no different than at home, but she bites it back quickly knowing how cruel it could sound without her meaning to. If anything, that was some sort of personal realization of how much she's changed from everything. She's gotten a hell of a lot better at thinking about what she says before hand. Even if it doesn't always seem like it.
She went to lean forward so her forehead could rest against Max's shoulder. ]
I haven't been totally alone. I'm popular, remember?
[ She says it jokingly, but Chloe knows her friends are the only reason she's kept it together. ]
[ She lets her arms shift so she can slip them around Max and return the hug, her hands pressing firmly against her back to solidify the moment in her mind. It's easier to stay grounded when she has something like this to focus on, that's for sure. ]
Thanks, Max. [ There's a beat as she lets her face nuzzle in against her neck, taking a deep breath, like she's trying to overwhelm her senses with her. ] I don't feel like it most of the time. Sometimes I think I'm barely holding it together.
[It's a nice feeling. Here, in the dark, feeling Chloe's warmth and not even knowing what time it is... For a moment, just them alone in the world, with no thought for time.]
No way. Barely holding it together looks way worse.
[Max tightens her arms as well, determined not to be the first to let go. To let Chloe take as long as she needs.]
...It probably has a lot more black eyeliner and hair gel involved.
[Yeah, she's poking fun at emo bands. So what. She'll take every opportunity she can for an easy laugh right now, before she takes a stab at harder questions.]
Shit. I guess I should return my recent make up purchases.
[ Dry as her tone may be, the humor is at least still there. She doesn't seem ready to break away too quickly, a part of her wishing that the hug didn't have to end at all. ]
I feel like all I've done since you got here is drag you into my drama. [ You know, just like back home. ]
[She doesn't. But there is something in this room she loves, and she's got her arms wrapped around it. The wording is a little too strong, especially after everything that happened at the Glass and the morning after. It makes her feel awkward, gives her a little twinge in her chest, even though she knows it shouldn't. It's not something she needs to be thinking about right now.]
So uhm. [She casts about for something to say, talking a little fast.] I mean, what's the thing you want to get off your chest the most? I'd love to hear it.
[There she goes again. She shuts her eyes, grateful that Chloe can't see her face.]
Bullshit. [ It comes out in a tired chuckle, one of appreciation at her attempt to reassure her. Chloe is sure no one loves her drama or should. She certainly doesn't, despite how it might look for how often she gets involved in it.
She's quiet for a while as she mulls over the question tough. The thing she wanted to get off her chest the most. It's a hard thing to answer; there are so many things that she keeps bottled up, things that she knows would be better out in the open. Fears she has, regrets, questions, hopes for the future, or even the present. Her heads a mess of things she wants to get off her chest and never has the guts to because of what could happen, what could be ruined.
One of her hands shifted from Max's back, going to rest against the base of her neck, fingers touching against the tips of her hair, her own eyes closing as she takes a breath. ]
Every time I open up to people, something bad happens soon after, you know.
[That's not the answer she's expecting. She thought maybe something from her nightmare. Something about William or Rachel, or...
But it is about them too, isn't it?]
You mean like Rachel?
[The name comes out softly, delicately. Despite Chloe's outburst at the Glass, she knows full well how much Chloe's angel means to her. Despite is even the wrong word. You don't say those things to someone you don't care about.
The memory of finding Rachel threatens to surface. She can almost hear Chloe's voice calling out in the scrapyard, high pitched and spiraling out of control. Max's own concerns seem small and insignificant next to that frightening sound.]
[ She shrugs her shoulders slightly. Rachel was like the larger piece of a puzzle, but maybe it was where it started. Or ... She shakes her head, pulling back from the hug finally and running a hand through her hair, resting her forehead against her palm. ]
She's... part of it, I guess, but just - it's been like this since Dad died. I lost him, then you, then Eliot went nuts when I got close to Rachel. She dies. Frank went nuts and I - I - [ She couldn't get the words out, still not sure how to feel about killing a man. ] I get you back and all that bullshit goes down. But it's not just at home, it's here too. In Reims, the first kid I got close to ended up super sick and almost died. Then another girl I wanted to be friends with got really hurt by another person in the town. I got close to Eddie there and when he first showed up here, he had no idea who I was - same for Newt, and Will, and Little Max. I opened up to Justine and then she died a week or so later. I let Shiro in, then Eddie turned into a monster and killed me. I let Keith get to know me, I let Rei and Hana get close, and then Reaper just - kills me for shits and giggles.
It's -
[ She took another breath, letting her hand finally fall. ]
It's like I'm cursed. And these nightmares just keep all that fresh so I won't forget.
[She watches Chloe with real worry etched on her face. She doesn't know what to say. Chloe has had so many bad experiences. So many terrible things happen to her. If she were in Chloe's place, she'd feel cursed as well.]
...You keep saying it like it's your fault. Like because you opened up bad things happened.
[She leans forward, putting a gentle hand on Chloe's arm.]
You know that's not true, right? And... some good things have happened too.
[They're together again, for example. In fact, if anything, the universe wants to keep them together. It lets them change time, and now space, too. Maybe this whole new reality is just for them. Just so they can stay together.]
You can't blame yourself, Chloe. There are... so many people at fault. [Names she doesn't want to speak, right now. Jefferson, Nathan, Reaper...] It's just... life.
[ She wants to believe it, but it's hard to with everything stacked up against it. She still doesn't look at her, fingers playing with an imaginary string in the sheets they sat on. ]
How do you know? The good things... They feel like they just get followed by the bad. I met Rachel and her life immediately turned to shit - because I got involved in it. I got you back, and - and look what happened, Max. [ She looks up at her finally, forehead creased. ] Nathan, all those animals. The storm.
[She doesn't know. Not at all. And she wishes very much she could tell Chloe that storm wasn't because of them, had nothing to do with Chloe being alive. But she knows for a fact that it isn't true.
But the other things? Rachel, Eddie becoming a monster, people getting sick or dying... no.]
I don't know... but I don't believe for one second that it's because of you. I'm the one with the reality warping super power, remember? [She smiles weakly. It's a small attempt to lighten the mood.]
Always remember what I said in the Glass. The time I have with you has always been the best of my life. Nathan and storm and all. [She pushes forward for another hug, because she means it. Though it makes her wince as the wounds across her torso protest the sudden motion. One hug too many.] And all those people, Eddie and Shiro and Rei... They're all still your friends because you're worth it. And because they don't blame you.
[ Chloe could feel her jaw tremble, she closed her eyes again and wasn't sure she could believe it. ] If you knew all the shit that happened while you were gone, Max, I... I don't know that you could still say that.
[ She appreciates the reiteration of her worth all the same, and she's quiet for a moment, before she goes to lean into the hug. It's then that she notices the strain, the tension that she recognizes from her own bouts of injuries. She pulls back, any thought of herself or her issues gone, and replaced with a look of concern. ]
[It's been about a month in Deerington. Horrible things have happened, but she wouldn't trade this for another month without Chloe. Never.
Chloe leans into the hug and presses on just the wrong spot - one of the particularly bad wounds. Of all the times for the stupid things to start acting up. Max lets out a strained mmf of pain as she pulls away.]
I just- I got-...
[She pulls on the sleeves of her pajamas, making sure they're covering the bandages down her arms.]
[ She saw the tugging, saw the way she moved and quickly moved herself to turn on the light finally, her eyes trying to adjust quickly to the change as she settled back on the bed. ]
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Date: 2019-01-03 12:08 pm (UTC)It was funny how often people called Deerington hell when she wasn't sure Arcadia Bay was really much different.
But this small town in Maine is certainly doing enough to make sure that her nightmares don't ease up any time soon. Some of the images have become more creative, more twisted, more akin to the horror movies she used to laugh at when she was a kid for having cheesy special effects. Everything mixes together after a while - the feeling of fire burning away at her skin, running through Shiro's worst nightmares and the horrible sounds that came from the alien experimentations that she'd never been able to bring herself to watch, seeing Eddie's body tear apart as the monster stored inside of him had exploded it's way outwards, the unbearable pain that came when he attacked... and now the unmistakable lingering feeling of being watched. Stalked. Followed until everything went black with the familiar bang that was going to end everything back home as well.
It's that sound that's echoing in her head when she sits up in bed, breath coming in quick pants, her hands gripping at the sheets as she feels panic rip through every part of her body. She can feel a fresh layer of sweat on her skin and her heart feels like it's going to beat right out of her chest. She feels a pain in her head and torso, blinding but she's pretty sure that it's all in her imagination. Her hands are shaking as she tries to look for something to smoke, forgetting that Angela had told her not in the guest room and so she never kept it by her bed here.
Her hands do clasp around the bottle of anxiety pills, though, and she fumbles with the childproof cap with a heavy amount of swearing. ]
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Date: 2019-01-03 12:19 pm (UTC)Chloe...?
[She sits up sluggishly, bare feet touching the cold floor. It all still feels very dreamlike. She rubs her eye, trying to push the drowsiness aside. Only then does it begin to register that Chloe had been swearing, and that pills are rattling inside a bottle.]
...What's wrong?
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Date: 2019-01-03 12:25 pm (UTC)The stupid - Fucking - Finally. [ The lid's popped off with a small click and she pulls out one of the white pills and quickly pops it between her teeth, crushing it and letting the powder dissolve on her tongue. ]
Sorry. [ Fine. Everything is fine. ] Didn't mean to wake you up.
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Date: 2019-01-03 12:38 pm (UTC)It's okay. That's what I'm here for.
[She pushes herself off the cot and makes her way to the bed, sitting down next to Chloe. She lets a moment of silence pass before speaking with gentle concern.]
What is it?
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Date: 2019-01-03 12:40 pm (UTC)Again. ]
Bad dream. [ A beat. ] Guess that's some Inception-like bullshit, huh? Nightmare within a nightmare.
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Date: 2019-01-03 12:56 pm (UTC)Was it, uhm. [Her voice drops lower.] Was it Reaper?
[She hates having to say his name to her, but... she cares too much to let this slide.]
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Date: 2019-01-03 01:05 pm (UTC)He's there, I guess. I'm sure he'd get a real laugh over making me lose sleep.
[ She's too scared of him hurting the people she loves to tell him off for it, too. ]
It's... everything, I guess. It just sorta builds, y'know?
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Date: 2019-01-03 01:15 pm (UTC)[Until it's all muddled together and there's nothing specific, and you find yourself shaking and crying and waking up in the middle of the night, and you can't even say why.
She does know. What she doesn't know is how to make it better.
But she can be there for Chloe anyway. Her hand moves to take Chloe's.]
Tell me about it.
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Date: 2019-01-03 01:47 pm (UTC)[ Chloe's hand grips down on Max's fairly quickly, taking comfort in the feel of her there, the reminder of not being alone. Talking about it is always easier said than done; it requires reliving it and sorting out the fuzz around the edges the longer she's awake. ]
I don't ... I don't know. It's all so jumbled. Stuff from home, stuff from Reims, stuff here. [ Of course, the only way to sort it out was to talk, and she knows that. Ramble. Let it out all at once. ] Sometimes I'm digging through dirt, looking for --For anything. There's so much wind and rain and hail and fire you can't outrun no matter how hard you try. There are monsters everywhere and even though I can hear other people screaming around me, I can't ever scream myself because - because then they might hear you. [ She remembers the fear of something as simple as a sneeze back in France, the worry of a floor creaking, and it makes a shiver run through her as she closes her eyes tight again.
When she talks again, it's started to come out more rushed, like she's trying to get it all out before she loses it. ] Sometimes it's my mom that's screaming, in that stupid diner and I'm trying to get to her but when I finally get the door to open, it's not her, but Eddie and he's - he's changing again. [ Her other arm goes to wrap around her torso, like the scars ache just thinking about it all. ] Or it's Shiro but he's down some long, dark hall and I can't get to him in time and he's scared and alone and there's - there's something or someone watching and I can't get away from it.
[ She swallows roughly, her shoulders shaking again as she tries to keep herself pieced together. ]
No matter what, it always ends the same. With a loud bang, and then I'm awake.
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Date: 2019-01-03 02:35 pm (UTC)She can't bring herself to address that finality.]
You've been through so much...
[Her grip tightens on Chloe's hand. She wishes so badly she could tell Chloe that things are better now, that they'll be okay. But obviously that would be wrong.]
And so much of it alone.
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Date: 2019-01-03 02:54 pm (UTC)She went to lean forward so her forehead could rest against Max's shoulder. ]
I haven't been totally alone. I'm popular, remember?
[ She says it jokingly, but Chloe knows her friends are the only reason she's kept it together. ]
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Date: 2019-01-03 03:28 pm (UTC)Though I like to think I'm still your number one fan.
[She turns slightly, shifting them into a hug, her other hand coming up around Chloe's shoulders.]
You're crazy strong, you know. That's what I've always liked about you.
[It's sad to think that Chloe has to be that strong, but... she supposes that's just the kind of world they live in.]
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Date: 2019-01-03 04:14 pm (UTC)[ She lets her arms shift so she can slip them around Max and return the hug, her hands pressing firmly against her back to solidify the moment in her mind. It's easier to stay grounded when she has something like this to focus on, that's for sure. ]
Thanks, Max. [ There's a beat as she lets her face nuzzle in against her neck, taking a deep breath, like she's trying to overwhelm her senses with her. ] I don't feel like it most of the time. Sometimes I think I'm barely holding it together.
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Date: 2019-01-03 04:24 pm (UTC)No way. Barely holding it together looks way worse.
[Max tightens her arms as well, determined not to be the first to let go. To let Chloe take as long as she needs.]
...It probably has a lot more black eyeliner and hair gel involved.
[Yeah, she's poking fun at emo bands. So what. She'll take every opportunity she can for an easy laugh right now, before she takes a stab at harder questions.]
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Date: 2019-01-03 05:08 pm (UTC)[ Dry as her tone may be, the humor is at least still there. She doesn't seem ready to break away too quickly, a part of her wishing that the hug didn't have to end at all. ]
I feel like all I've done since you got here is drag you into my drama. [ You know, just like back home. ]
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Date: 2019-01-03 09:50 pm (UTC)Chloe, I love your drama.
[She doesn't. But there is something in this room she loves, and she's got her arms wrapped around it. The wording is a little too strong, especially after everything that happened at the Glass and the morning after. It makes her feel awkward, gives her a little twinge in her chest, even though she knows it shouldn't. It's not something she needs to be thinking about right now.]
So uhm. [She casts about for something to say, talking a little fast.] I mean, what's the thing you want to get off your chest the most? I'd love to hear it.
[There she goes again. She shuts her eyes, grateful that Chloe can't see her face.]
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Date: 2019-01-05 10:19 pm (UTC)She's quiet for a while as she mulls over the question tough. The thing she wanted to get off her chest the most. It's a hard thing to answer; there are so many things that she keeps bottled up, things that she knows would be better out in the open. Fears she has, regrets, questions, hopes for the future, or even the present. Her heads a mess of things she wants to get off her chest and never has the guts to because of what could happen, what could be ruined.
One of her hands shifted from Max's back, going to rest against the base of her neck, fingers touching against the tips of her hair, her own eyes closing as she takes a breath. ]
Every time I open up to people, something bad happens soon after, you know.
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Date: 2019-01-06 12:57 am (UTC)But it is about them too, isn't it?]
You mean like Rachel?
[The name comes out softly, delicately. Despite Chloe's outburst at the Glass, she knows full well how much Chloe's angel means to her. Despite is even the wrong word. You don't say those things to someone you don't care about.
The memory of finding Rachel threatens to surface. She can almost hear Chloe's voice calling out in the scrapyard, high pitched and spiraling out of control. Max's own concerns seem small and insignificant next to that frightening sound.]
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Date: 2019-01-06 04:06 am (UTC)She's... part of it, I guess, but just - it's been like this since Dad died. I lost him, then you, then Eliot went nuts when I got close to Rachel. She dies. Frank went nuts and I - I - [ She couldn't get the words out, still not sure how to feel about killing a man. ] I get you back and all that bullshit goes down. But it's not just at home, it's here too. In Reims, the first kid I got close to ended up super sick and almost died. Then another girl I wanted to be friends with got really hurt by another person in the town. I got close to Eddie there and when he first showed up here, he had no idea who I was - same for Newt, and Will, and Little Max. I opened up to Justine and then she died a week or so later. I let Shiro in, then Eddie turned into a monster and killed me. I let Keith get to know me, I let Rei and Hana get close, and then Reaper just - kills me for shits and giggles.
It's -
[ She took another breath, letting her hand finally fall. ]
It's like I'm cursed. And these nightmares just keep all that fresh so I won't forget.
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Date: 2019-01-06 05:54 am (UTC)...You keep saying it like it's your fault. Like because you opened up bad things happened.
[She leans forward, putting a gentle hand on Chloe's arm.]
You know that's not true, right? And... some good things have happened too.
[They're together again, for example. In fact, if anything, the universe wants to keep them together. It lets them change time, and now space, too. Maybe this whole new reality is just for them. Just so they can stay together.]
You can't blame yourself, Chloe. There are... so many people at fault. [Names she doesn't want to speak, right now. Jefferson, Nathan, Reaper...] It's just... life.
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Date: 2019-01-06 03:42 pm (UTC)How do you know? The good things... They feel like they just get followed by the bad. I met Rachel and her life immediately turned to shit - because I got involved in it. I got you back, and - and look what happened, Max. [ She looks up at her finally, forehead creased. ] Nathan, all those animals. The storm.
Is that really just life?
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Date: 2019-01-06 09:41 pm (UTC)But the other things? Rachel, Eddie becoming a monster, people getting sick or dying... no.]
I don't know... but I don't believe for one second that it's because of you. I'm the one with the reality warping super power, remember? [She smiles weakly. It's a small attempt to lighten the mood.]
Always remember what I said in the Glass. The time I have with you has always been the best of my life. Nathan and storm and all. [She pushes forward for another hug, because she means it. Though it makes her wince as the wounds across her torso protest the sudden motion. One hug too many.] And all those people, Eddie and Shiro and Rei... They're all still your friends because you're worth it. And because they don't blame you.
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Date: 2019-01-06 10:03 pm (UTC)[ She appreciates the reiteration of her worth all the same, and she's quiet for a moment, before she goes to lean into the hug. It's then that she notices the strain, the tension that she recognizes from her own bouts of injuries. She pulls back, any thought of herself or her issues gone, and replaced with a look of concern. ]
Max - are you - are you okay? What happened?
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Date: 2019-01-06 10:13 pm (UTC)[It's been about a month in Deerington. Horrible things have happened, but she wouldn't trade this for another month without Chloe. Never.
Chloe leans into the hug and presses on just the wrong spot - one of the particularly bad wounds. Of all the times for the stupid things to start acting up. Max lets out a strained mmf of pain as she pulls away.]
I just- I got-...
[She pulls on the sleeves of her pajamas, making sure they're covering the bandages down her arms.]
It's nothing. I was dumb.
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Date: 2019-01-06 10:29 pm (UTC)[ She saw the tugging, saw the way she moved and quickly moved herself to turn on the light finally, her eyes trying to adjust quickly to the change as she settled back on the bed. ]
When? Let me - let me see.
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