initiala:

guess who’s writing when they should be doing finals stuff. guess who still has a fuckton of emotions about 5b. on the one hand, a montage would have felt very final, but on the other…

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“Don’t let me be your unfinished business.”

He hesitates in the grand hall, the echo of his footsteps fading as he glances back towards the Underworld – towards Emma.

It happens in an instant, the flash of unfinished business that he might have, a series of what-ifs and perhapses and what-could-have-beens. His gaze drops as the regret slices through him, the sorrow for leaving her, the shame for being the cause of yet another in a long line of promises made to her that have been broken.

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