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DEAD WOMAN WALKING.

We both know he matters the world to you.











So, why are you afraid to tell him that?

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So, why are you afraid to tell him that?

JULIET HAD FACED death too many times to fear his presence, his touch, his kiss. She'd long forgotten that emotion years ago, trading in her terror and hysteria every time the dusk soaked the earth to something that tremored beneath her skin — an excitement, as soon as the dark set in.

She had only realised it after her first falls below the earth's crust, that she was much more powerful than she had once given herself credit for.

Gone was the girl that jumped at her own shadow and averted her eyes away from every steely gaze. Now — now she was the shadow. She was the sharp tongue, cold eyes and iron-cased heart that she had once feared; and she prided herself on that fact.

She was a ghost. A spirit. A long-lost soul, cursed to walk the earth for the rest of her days – cast out from the deepest depths of hell from which she had been born and spat out from the earth to which she had once been returned.

She was a wolf in sheep's clothing — a stranger in her own skin. Always on the move incase someone recognised the face she wore or the ink scarred beneath her skin.

Juliet Chase was dead to everyone who had known her once.

All she was, was a memory — a floating piece of dandelion fluff swirling across the plains of her friends' fading minds. But still, she lingered like a shadow inside their skulls — especially his.

Her death plagued his every breath and beat of his heart. That shadow lingered in his rib cage, tainting his blood with sorrowful anger and bitter grief until the sharp words spitting from his lips mirrored the blades he wielded in his hands.

She was his poison as much as his antidote, his clarity as much as his blinding rages — his shadow as much as his light. And yet, even after her death, the agony she managed to inflict upon him was infinitely more painful than she ever could have administered to him in her life.

But perhaps death was more merciful than he thought. After all, it wasn't often that someone managed to escape his grasp and walk the Earth once more — especially if they'd already won his game twice before.





































jessica henwick. juliet chase.

david castañeda

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david castañeda. diego hargreeves.

author's note!

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author's note!

hi angels! i'm revamping this book in hopes that it might spike my inspiration for it again! i love juliet & diego to pieces and i feel so guilty for not yet finishing their story but hopefully since i'm rewriting this now, it'll get done! fingers crossed!

the layout for this book all goes to the incredibly talented binghams  and thank you so much for letting me use it!

warnings; strong violence, strong injury detail, drug/alcohol misuse, mild language, death, trauma, mental illness, brief sexual mentionings

disclaimer; i do not own or claim anything in the umbrella academy tv series or comics. i only own and claim my characters and their plot lines.


















dedications!

to my most loyal supports and fellow angels! i love you guys infinitely and i'm so so thankful for your friendship and support — you all mean more to me than you know!

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