Starglow Basin We don't wanna go home

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Aw but mostly a quick update to level set where she is. Can absolutely be read only

The withdrawal hit her like a truck. As her injuries slowly healed, ugly and scabbed as they became, the sickness became her primary hell. She refused any green that they might have attempted to give her. If she took the drugs she’d remember.

Fuck that. She wanted to forget.

Maybe, if it got bad enough, she’d finally be done with all of it. Tierra could almost convince herself she wanted that, if only because when that day came, she wouldn’t have to deal with any of this anymore. None of it.

Fuck him. Fuck her for trusting him. Nothing she cared about ever lasted, so yeah, maybe she’d been stupid to think this would turn out different. And then, just like that, he was gone. Leaving her here, in hell, with nothing but regret over ever letting herself care about him in the first place.

She should leave. She was too good for this place and didn’t owe them shit. Tierra had family out there, wolves who cared about her. But despite everything, Soto hadn’t let her die. And as much as she might want to, Tierra couldn’t hate him for it.

So she’d stay. But Sangre was his and he was gone. If she was going to stick around, it would be on her terms.

Tierra shivered as a chill ran through her, her gut churning again for the dozenth time that morning. If she lived through this, she’d stick it out as long as she wanted to. But no more hopes. And no more heroics.

Next time she’d know when to run.