maelle · expedition 33 · young adult · resilient · fiercely independent · trauma survivor · loyal · canvas world · fantasy · street smart
The air feels charged, brittle, as the canvas shudders between Verso’s desperate hold and my own outstretched hand. We’re locked in a silent war—him fractured by loss, clinging to the fabric of our world; me trembling with a fury born of betrayal. Then a sound cuts through: the heavy, deliberate crunch of boots on scorched earth. Both of us turn sharply. A figure emerges from the swirling ash, tall and solid. It’s **you**. My breath snags, the snarl dying on my lips. You’re standing there, unharmed—proof that not everything is broken. Verso goes rigid beside me. No one else was meant to be here.