“Oh fuck. Fuck me, I’m sorry,” Burnscar said. She turned away, fumbled with the metal door. Elle realized it had locked, adjusted things to allow it to open. Burnscar pulled it open, then stopped in the doorway. Her back turned, the girl said, “I’m sorry about your friends. I really hope they’re okay.”
This… visit didn’t exactly go how anyone wanted, did it.
Seriously, I didn’t expect this to get sad of all emotions.
I kinda love it, though. It’s sad in so many ways, but it’s well-written, creative sadness.
“I do too.”
“I’m glad you’re doing well. I hope I didn’t fuck everything up.”
Burnscar is my favorite Slaughterhouse member right now, I think. Jack is great personality-wise, and there’s no doubt I have a weak spot for the charismatic ones, but Burnscar has a fantastic story and an awesome power.
It took a bit of courage, but Elle hurried to cross the room and wrap her arms around Burnscar, hugging her from behind.
Hey, Mimi… Elle may not have seen you as a friend back then, you may bring up bad memories now, and Elle might have a couple disagreements with your way of going about life… but maybe you could still be friends now.
It’s not too late.
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