❝ 𝒯𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔, 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒
𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝐼 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉?
𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽
𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉❞
𝕗𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 ~ 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕝𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜
ⁿᵒᵛᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ²⁰ᵗʰ ²⁰¹⁹
Leo spoke firmly to his troops, who all gathered inside the tent used for conference and planning missions. He addressed them with a severe tone, emphasizing the gravity of the situation at hand.
"We have an American journalist who has been taken hostage," Leo began, his voice steady and commanding. "His name is James Anderson, a renowned war correspondent known for his brave reporting from conflict zones worldwide."
He paused briefly, allowing the weight of their mission to sink in before continuing. "We have received intelligence that suggests he is being held captive in a remote village located deep within enemy territory. Although we have a rough idea of his whereabouts, extracting him today would be too risky and could jeopardize both his safety and our mission's success."
Leo scanned the faces of his team members, seeing determination mixed with concern. They were seasoned professionals who understood the complexities of such operations. He knew they trusted his judgment but wanted to ensure everyone was on the same page.
"Any questions?"
Dylan, the young and new soldier, raised his hand nervously. "Umm, why can't we just go in and get him?"
Leo softened his gaze at Dylan but then hardened onto Owens, who began insulting the kid.
"What a stupid question! Are you an idiot?" Owens was a buff man known as the grumpy one of the bunch, and although he is excellent on the field, he never much made too many friends once off it, keeping to his grumpy self.
"Not a stupid question! Owens, do you want to answer it if you think it's stupid."
"umm," Owens stumbled over his words. "Cause you said so?"
Again, Owens was great in battle but not so bright off it.
Leo sighed inwardly, knowing Owens' response wasn't helping the situation. He needed to address Dylan's question with seriousness and respect, even if Owens couldn't.
"No, Dylan, it's not a stupid question," Leo said firmly, making eye contact to show his support.
"Our priority is to gather as much information as possible about James's captors and their intentions," Leo explained. "We will conduct thorough reconnaissance using all available resources—satellite imagery, informants, local contacts—to gain valuable insights into their operational patterns and vulnerabilities."
He emphasized the importance of patience and meticulous planning. "We cannot afford any missteps or rushed actions that could endanger James's life further. Our goal is not just to extract him safely but also to dismantle this hostile network responsible for his abduction."
Leo outlined a comprehensive strategy involving intelligence gathering, establishing covert communication channels, and coordinating with other allied forces operating in the region. Each team member had a specific role to play based on their expertise.
"I understand that time is of the essence," Leo acknowledged. "But we must remain focused on executing this mission flawlessly rather than rushing into action prematurely." He stressed that rescuing James required careful coordination and precise execution to minimize risks and maximize chances of success.
"Today, we'll just scout around the area, ensure he is there, see how many guards and defence they have."
Leo concluded the briefing by reiterating their commitment to bringing James home safely. "We owe it to him, his family, and all those who risk their lives for the truth," he said firmly. "Let us be patient, gather intelligence, and plan meticulously. Our moment will come when we can execute this rescue operation with the utmost precision."
With that, Leo dismissed the troops from the conference tent, asking them to get their equipment and weapons, knowing they would now prepare themselves mentally and physically for the mission ahead. As they dispersed, each member carried a renewed sense of purpose, ready to face whatever obstacles lay in their path until they could bring James Anderson back home.
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Leo entered the Armoury as most of his soldiers finished preparing and leaving the room with their guns. Leo paused his gaze on Dylan, who had begun exiting the space, only to be stopped by Leo.
"Fraser, hold up a minute."
Dylan turned around and walked back to the centre of the room, "Yes, sir?"
Leo's gaze fell to Dylan's bulletproof vest, and he sighed. "Are you ready for this mission?"
"Yes, sir, of course!" Replied the young boy enthusiastically.
Leo nodded slowly and walked towards Dylan, putting his hands on the kid's shoulder and began undoing the velcroing of his vest. Dylan's face expressed confusion. Leo chuckled slightly at his expression as he took off the vest from Dylan.
Leo spoke teasingly as he raised an eyebrow in amusement, "Well, you can't go out there with this inside out, can you?"
Dylan's cheeks flushed in his embarrassment as he looked at his vest in the hands of his superior, who was now turning it the right way.
Leonardo chuckled again, handing the vest to Dylan to put on, and as he put his arms through the holes, Leo sighed again and reached out to help Dylan as he noticed his struggle to strap himself in properly.
Leo gently adjusted the straps and buckles of Dylan's vest, ensuring it fits snugly and securely against his body. As he did so, he spoke in a reassuring tone.
"Don't worry, Fraser. It takes time to get used to all this gear. We've all been there at some point," Leo said, offering a supportive smile.
Dylan nodded appreciatively, grateful for Leo's patience and guidance. Once the vest was secured correctly, Leo stepped back to assess Dylan's overall appearance.
"Looking good," Leo commented with a hint of pride in his voice. "Remember, your safety is our top priority out there. Make sure you keep your vest on at all times."
"Yes, sir," Dylan replied earnestly, feeling a surge of confidence from Leo's words.
Leo then turned his attention to Dylan's weapon, inspecting it meticulously to ensure it was clean and ready for action. He gave quick instructions on its usage and maintenance before returning it to Dylan.
"Now remember, always treat your weapon respectfully, " Leo firmly advised. "It can be the difference between life and death out there."
Dylan nodded solemnly, fully absorbing every wisdom imparted by his seasoned leader. He knew that Leo's experience would prove invaluable as they embarked on this dangerous mission.
Leo smiled softly at Dylan, who he noticed was holding onto every single one of his words with all his attention.
"Okay," Leo patted his shoulder, "Get going, I'll meet you at the vehicles."
Dylan nodded quickly, "Thank you, Sir," before hurrying out with determination.
Leonardo chuckled before he heard footsteps coming from behind him.
"Leo?"
"Yeah?" Leo saw Sofia already prepped for their 'scoping out' mission.
"He needs to go." She spoke seriously.
"Who?"
"Dylan Fraser. He is not ready to be here. He is young. Which means he's stupid and reckless. We can't afford that."
"Sofia, I understand your worries about Dylan," Leo replied, calm but firm. "But we were all young and inexperienced once. We can't just dismiss him without allowing him to learn and improve."
Sofia crossed her arms and frustration was evident on her face. "I get what you're saying, Leo. But this mission, the missions we do, are too important to take any unnecessary risks. We need a team that can handle the pressure and make sound decisions."
Leo nodded in agreement. "You're right, Sofia. This mission is crucial, and every decision we make will have consequences." He paused for a moment before continuing, his gaze steady on Sofia.
"But remember why we do what we do," Leo said softly yet with conviction. "We fight for justice, truth, and the safety of innocent lives. And sometimes that means taking calculated risks and trusting our team members to rise to the challenge."
Sofia hesitated for a moment before finally relenting with a nod. She trusted Leo's judgment and understood the importance of unity within their team.
"It's just..." She paused and sighed, "Have you looked at his file yet?"
Leo observed his best friend's worried expression, "No, not yet," he responded.
"Look, I'll talk to him after this mission," Leo said. "If he's not ready for this kind of work, we'll find him a different placement."
Leo knew that Sofia had a point. He had noticed Dylan's nervousness and lack of confidence during their briefing, but he didn't realize how inexperienced he was. As squad leader, it was Leo's responsibility to ensure his safety and well-being, and it's not like he could get someone better because most of the more experienced soldiers were either injured or dead.
"Just give it a look over, okay? I don't want to lose anyone else," Sofia spoke quietly.
Leo placed a reassuring hand on Sofia's shoulder. "I know, Sofia. I won't let anything happen to our team or Dylan. We'll bring everyone back safely."
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The group boarded their vehicles and set off towards the remote site where the American journalist was believed to be held captive.
Throughout the journey, tensions ran high as thoughts raced through each soldier's mind. The uncertainty of what awaited them at the site weighed heavily on their hearts, but they remained steadfast in their commitment to rescue their fellow countryman.
Finally arriving at their destination, Leonardo led his team through dense terrain with utmost caution. Every step was deliberate and calculated as they moved silently towards the suspected location.
Upon reaching a vantage point overlooking the compound, they carefully surveyed the area using binoculars and other advanced surveillance equipment. They noted guard positions, potential entry points, and any signs of movement within.
Leo kept a close eye on Dylan. The young soldier seemed more focused now, determined to prove himself amidst his seasoned teammates. Leo admired his resilience and hoped that he would rise to the occasion.
"This place is fortified," whispered Sofia softly as she relayed her observations over the radio. "Multiple armed guards patrolling around the perimeter."
Leonardo assessed the situation before responding calmly, "Good work, Sofia. Let's continue gathering intel before making any moves."
Throughout the operation, Leo provided guidance and support to Dylan whenever needed. He helped him navigate rugged terrain, instructed him on proper communication protocols, and reminded him to stay calm under pressure.
Despite his initial reservations about Dylan's readiness for this mission, Leo began to see a spark of potential within him. The young soldier showed determination and a willingness to learn from his mistakes. It was clear that with time and experience, he could become a valuable asset to their team.
They meticulously observed every detail for hours while maintaining constant communication with each other back at base. Their dedication paid off as they gradually pieced together a comprehensive understanding of the enemy's layout and routines.
As dusk settled, Leonardo made the final decision. "We have enough information to proceed with the rescue operation tomorrow at dawn," he announced. "Stay focused, everyone. We've come this far and won't leave without bringing our comrade home."
The soldiers exchanged determined glances, their resolve unwavering. They knew that tomorrow would test their skills, courage, and unity like never before. But they were prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead in their mission to save one of their own.
With the moon casting a faint glow over the rugged terrain, Leonardo and his team silently retreated from the vantage point, readying themselves for the crucial operation that awaited them at sunrise.
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"Vic, it's just going to be a vacation home. I'm not leaving," Ariana told her friend, who had been giving her the silent treatment for the last hour.
Victoria huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she turned to face the wall, avoiding eye contact with the pop star.
Courtney chuckled at the reaction, only to halt when Victoria glared in her direction, "So you're okay with this?"
"Vic, like she said, it's just a holiday home. She's not leaving us. She just needs a place to get out of here when she needs a break. I mean, and she obviously does... look at her." Courtney pointed toward Ariana, who sat in her pyjamas with her bed hair sprouting in different directions.
Ariana scoffed, "Okay, first off, SHE can speak for herself. And second... rude!"
Victoria finally turned to face Ariana, her expression softening slightly. "I'm sorry, Ari," she said quietly. "It's just... I don't want things to change. We've all been through so much together, and with Leo gone..." Victoria quietened when she noticed Ariana looking at the floor.
"I'm just scared that this vacation home is the first step towards you leaving us."
Ariana sighed, her heart aching at Victoria's words. She understood where her friend was coming from, the fear of losing someone else after already experiencing the loss of Malcolm. And the possibility of losing Leo, who was out fighting for his country. But she also knew she needed this escape, this sanctuary to find solace and recharge.
"I promise you, Vic," Ariana began softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "This vacation home is not a stepping stone towards leaving. It's simply a place for me to find peace when everything gets overwhelming. We've been through so much together, and I wouldn't trade our bond for anything."
"I know, I'm sorry. I just get really emotional sometimes. I don't know what came over me-"
The trio all went silent as the doorbell rang.
"Are you expecting someone?" Asked Courtney to the pop star.
"I mean, the realtor was meant to come by, but I thought It would be later," Ariana spoke with a shrug as she went to open the door, her two friends following behind her to see if it was the realtor.
"Should we tell her she's still in her PJs," whispered Courtney to Victoria, who cackled and shook her head with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, hi, you must be Dalton," spoke Ariana as she looked at the young real estate agent standing on her porch.
If Dalton had any high standards or expectations to meet 'Ariana Grande - World Famous Pop Star', they all shattered when he couldn't help but furrow his eyebrow in perplexion at her current apparel.
Dalton cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Uh, yes, I'm Dalton," he replied, eyeing Ariana's pyjamas. "I wasn't expecting you to be in your sleepwear."
Ariana chuckled nervously and glanced down at herself. "Oops! Sorry about that. It's been a lazy morning for me." She motioned for Dalton to come inside. "Please, come on in."
As they entered the living room, Victoria and Courtney exchanged amused glances while Ariana subtly gestured for them to behave themselves.
Dalton tried to remain professional despite the unconventional situation. "So, this is the vacation home you're interested in?" he asked, pulling out sheets of paper with photos and details of the home in LA.
"Yes, it is," Ariana confirmed with a smile. "I've heard great things about this place and thought it would be perfect for some quiet time away from the chaos of my regular life."
"Heh- right," Dalton scoffed under his breath. As if she had problems. She's a pop star, and she probably has everything she wants, he thought.
Although Ariana overlooked his eye-roll and grumbled words, her friends certainly didn't do the same, causing their gaze to harden on him immediately.
Victoria stepped forward, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is there a problem, Dalton? Something you'd like to share with us?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
Dalton's eyes widened in surprise at Victoria's sudden assertiveness. He quickly realized that he had misjudged and needed to rectify the situation. "No, no problem at all," he stammered, trying to regain his composure.
Confused by the tension rising in the room, Ariana quickly spoke up, "So I'd love to talk more about what I want on the home's second floor, but I'm just going to get changed first, so I'll be right back. Please make yourself comfortable."
The pop star scurried off, leaving Dalton alone with her two friends, who held unimpressed expressions. Dalton felt around his jacket pocket to break the silence, retrieving a rumpled and damp envelope.
"Oh, um, this was on the porch; I accidentally dropped it in the dog bowl when I picked it up, but it's only the bottom half that's a bit wet," Dalton babbled as he handed it to the two girls.
Courtney grabbed it from his hands and immediately felt tears spring to her eyes. She didn't have to open it to know who it was from, as on the top right corner of the envelope it was written 'The United States Army.'
She sighed as she noticed how crumpled one side looked and prayed that whatever was inside was still legible.
Victoria was even further, not impressed. How could someone be so stupid and clumsy to drop a letter in a dog bowl? He should've just left it alone and minded his business.
An hour had passed, and Dalton Gomez was still there, talking with Ariana. The pop star sat in a chair as she looked at the plans for her new house on the table while Dalton leaned over her, one hand on the back of the chair and the other pointing out details.
Victoria glared at the pair from the Kitchen as she sipped water from her glass. Courtney noticed the look and chuckled, "Stop glaring so hard. You'll give yourself a headache."
Victoria glared at her friend and scoffed, "I already have a headache. I don't like him," she spoke firmly.
Courtney raised an eyebrow at Victoria's comment. "You don't even know him, Vic. Give the guy a chance."
Victoria rolled her eyes and placed her glass on the counter more forcefully than necessary. "I have a good judge of character, Courtney. And something about him just rubs me the wrong way."
Courtney sighed and walked over to join Victoria by the kitchen counter. "Look, I get that you're protective of Ariana, but maybe you're being a bit unfair. He seems like a nice guy."
"And how would you know? You've barely spoken to him," Victoria retorted.
"Well, unlike you, I'm not judging someone based on one accident or their initial impression," Courtney shot back.
Victoria rolled her eyes and huffed as she mumbled, "He ruined the letter. He's an idiot."
Courtney faced Victoria and felt sadness encompass her being. Ariana wasn't the only one affected by Leo's departure. They all had become close to the soldier over the last few months. Courtney sighed and pulled out the letter she had stuffed into her pocket. She gazed at it sadly, wanting to know its contents, but knew it was addressed to the pop star and not her.
The pair hadn't noticed Ariana gaze at them curiously when she saw despair on their faces. Ariana quickly hurried the realtor out of the home to find out what the pair were staring at, sadly.
"Well, thanks for coming, Dalton. I'll look at the plans and get back to your boss soon."
Dalton frowned as he noticed the pop star hurrying him out. "Well, maybe you should give me your number so I can contact you with the plans in more depth."
"Yeah, yeah, sure," Ariana mumbled, quickly scribbling her number on a piece of paper and giving it to him as she walked him to the door.
As Dalton left, Ariana turned her attention to Victoria and Courtney, who were still standing by the kitchen counter. She sensed something was wrong and wanted to find out what it was.
"Hey, guys," Ariana said softly as she approached them. "What's going on? Why do you look so upset?"
Victoria sighed heavily and handed the damp envelope to Ariana. "This letter was on the porch. Dalton gave it to us," she explained. "It's from the United States Army."
Ariana's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the military seal on the envelope. Her mind immediately went to Leo. She quickly opened the letter, her hands trembling slightly.
The words on the page blurred as tears filled Ariana's eyes before she could even begin reading it. It was a letter that Leo wrote to her. Ariana folded it and quickly excused herself, running upstairs to her room.
Victoria and Courtney both sighed sadly as they watched her figure run off.
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𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊,
𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙴𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎.
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.
𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍. 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝙸𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛.
𝙶𝚘𝚍, 𝙰𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘.
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙.
𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙸 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜.
𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝒜𝓇𝒾, 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒮𝑜𝒻𝒾𝒶. 𝐼 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝐿𝑒𝑜'𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒷𝒶𝑔𝑒. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝐼 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹. 𝒞𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝓎. 𝐻𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝓅 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒. 𝒲𝑒'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝒲𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀. 𝒮𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓍𝓍.
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AN: This is so obviously not edited, but I wanted to get this out cause I know I've made ya'll wait long enough, lol. Hope you all are doing well, and let me know how you guys feel about this chapter xx.
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