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❛ rock in the road ❜

MILO

     HE COULD HARDLY KEEP HIS EYES AWAY from his sister. Even safe inside the walls of Barrington House, he still feared she could be taken from him every moment. And, he couldn't help but notice, he wasn't the only one. Quinn was seated on one of the fancy couches in Gregory's office, awfully pale because of the wound in her side. And behind her, leaning against the wall, stood Daryl. Arms crossed over his chest and eyes scanning the room like a hawk, landing occasionally on Quinn.

Milo was seated on the couch opposite Quinn, eyes going back and forth between his sister and Gregory. The leader of Hilltop was pacing back and forth as Rick tried to persuade the man to join their fight. So far, it wasn't going great.

"No! No way in hell!" Gregory all but shouted. "That was not the deal! You people swore you could take the Saviors out and you failed. So any arrangement we had is now done, null and void, all right? We aren't trade partners, we aren't friends, and we never met. Hmm? We don't know each other." With a heavy sigh he sat down in his ridiculous fancy chair. "I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me for taking in the refugees at great personal risk."

"Oh, you were very brave staying in here while Maggie, Sasha and Milo saved this place," Jesus chided. "Your courage was inspiring."

The sarcasm was palpable and it made him smile despite his frustration about the situation.

"Hey, don't you work for me?" Gregory snapped. "Aren't we friends?"

"Gregory, we already started this," Rick spoke up, trying his hardest to keep his annoyance out of his tone. "

"You started it."

"We did. And we're gonna win."

"These are killers."

"Is this how you wanna live? Under their thumb, killing your people?" Rick asked in disbelief.

"S-sometimes we don't get to choose what our life looks like. Sometimes, Ricky, you have to count the blessings you have."

Maggie took a step forward. "How many people can we spare? How many people here can fight?"

"'We'?" Gregory scoffed. "I don't even know how many people we have, Margaret. And does it even matter? I mean w-what are you gonna do? Start a platoon of sorghum farmers?

'Cause that's what we got. They grow things. They're not gonna wanna fight."

"You're wrong." Tara said. "When people have the chance to do the right thing they usually step up. I mean people just-"

"Let me stop you before you break into song," Gregory interrupted her. "And, by the way, who would train all this cannon fodder?"

Rosita and Sasha spoke at the same time: "I will." "Give me a week."

"Rhetorical, okay? I don't wanna know. I never wanna hear another word about any of it, ever."

When Rick spoke again, he didn't even try to keep his voice down anymore. "Would we be better off without the Saviors, yes or no?"

"Yeah. Sure. Okay."

"So," Michonne said, stepping forward with a pointed glare at Rick, who immediately stepped back before he would hit the man behind the desk. "What will you do to fix the problem?"

"I didn't say we had a problem. You did. And what happens outside of my purview is outside of my purview."

"What the hell, man?" Daryl said, stepping away from the wall. "You're either with us or ya ain't. You're sitting over there talkin' out of both sides of yer mouth!"

"I-I think I've made my position very clear," Gregory replied, though he couldn't keep his voice from shaking as he got to his feet. "And I want to thank all of you for not being here today. And not having this meeting with and not being seen on your way out. In other words, go out the back."

For a moment a stunned silence was all that remained. Until Rick took the lead in walking out of the door, frustration written all over his face. Milo slowly got to his feet, waiting until Quinn had managed to do the same before walking out of the room behind her.

He'd known Gregory was a coward and a fool, they all did. But this went far beyond anything he could've expected. The man was willing to close his eyes to the evil of Negan and his men. And that, Milo would never be able to accept.

"So, this is the guy that runs this place?" Beatrice asked, one of the women that Quinn had brought in from another community. Milo had made the mental note to ask her all about her endeavors when the time was right.

"Sadly, yes," Quinn sighed.

"We don't need him anyway," Daryl said as Maggie closed the door to his office.

"Yeah, that's right," Rick agreed. "Cause we have Maggie, Milo, Sasha and Jesus here."

"And Enid," Maggie said as the door to the outside was opened and the girl in question entered the house.

"Hey, um-" she looked unsure of herself for a moment then smiled. "Just, come outside."

With a curious frown on his face, Milo followed the others out into the sunlight. Watching as the people of Hilltop had gathered outside the house.

"What's going on?" Maggie questioned.

"Hey, so if you don't remember, I'm Bertie," one of the women spoke up. "And I owe my life to you all, twice over. A bunch of us do. Enid says you want Gregory to get us to fight the Saviors with you. Is that true?"

"Yes," Maggie nodded.

"Do you think we can win, that we really could beat them?"

"I do."

The Hilltop residents shared a few looks and a certain confidence seemed to grow between them. "Well, we're in."

"Thank you," Milo said with a warm smile. All his earlier frustration disappeared like snow beneath the sunlight.

"It's a start," Michonne said as the Hilltop residents slowly dispersed.

Sasha nodded. "We'll get more but it still won't be enough."

"No, it won't."

"Well, we find the right stuff, then maybe we don't need the numbers. Blow 'em up, burn 'em to the ground," Daryl suggested.

"You said there weren't just soldiers with the Saviors," Milo protested. "There are innocent people there. Maybe we could try to get them to join us instead of blowing them all to hell."

It was more than clear to him that there wasn't any other option left than to fight. But he was unwilling to compromise his beliefs, again, to get the job done. If there were innocent people inside that factory, he wasn't going to agree to a plan that would get them killed without so much as a chance for survival.

"We gotta win," Daryl replied, staring at him.

But unlike Gregory, Milo wasn't nervous under the redneck's stare and he simply held his gaze. Until Quinn placed her hand on his arm, making him turn away.

"We need more hands," Rick sighed. "Even with Oceanside and Hilltop we still won't have enough people. Negan has outposts. the geography, the distance works against us. We gotta get back first though, if they come looking for Daryl, we need to be there."

"You don't have to get back," Jesus said, making them all turn to look at him. "Not yet." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a field radio. "It's one of theirs, long range. We can listen in, keep track of 'em."

"So, if we're not going back, what are we doing, then?" Michonne asked.

"I think it's time we introduced you to Ezekiel. King Ezekiel."

A confused silence followed as Milo tried to process those words. Did he actually just say-?

"King?" Rick asked.

An amused smile appeared on Jesus' features at their bewildered expressions. "There's another community we've been trading with. They've been having problems with the Saviors as well. They might be willing to help."

"And their leader calls himself a king?" Milo asked, raising his eyebrows.

Jesus' smile widened. "Let's meet at the gate in five minutes okay. I'll go get another car."

Still processing the information of an actual kingdom in the apocalypse, Milo walked after Quinn as they made their way towards the car they arrived in. He couldn't help but look at her wounded side and as always, she read his mind before he'd even spoken his thoughts out loud.

"Please just ask me what you wanna know," she sighed, but there lingered a small smile in the corner of her mouth. "You staring makes me nervous."

He offered her a small smile in return. "I just wondered about everything you had to go through to get out of that hellhole."

Her eyes darkened. "A lot," she murmured, then took a deep breath. "I got shot trying to protect Daryl. Then he sacrificed himself so Nick could get me out." She didn't sound like she felt like sharing anything else.

Wordlessly Milo reached for and pulled her into a hug, feeling her bury her head in his chest. He rested his chin on her head as he held her. He knew she would talk when she was ready and until then, all he could do was be there for her.

"Time to go!" Rick called out.

Reluctantly he let his sister go and then followed her inside the backseat of the car. She rested her head on his shoulder as they drove away and left Hilltop behind. With the group divided over two cars they followed Jesus' directions towards this so-called kingdom. Milo had to admit he hadn't expected so many communities to be near them. Alexandria, Hilltop, Oceanside and the Kingdom. Located fairly close and yet before Alexandria they'd never seen any of these people before. In a world so empty, the distance between locations only seemed to grow.

They drove for a few hours until Jesus, seated behind the wheel, pulled over beside an abandoned greenhouse. They got out of the car. With a frown on his face Milo looked around. He didn't see anything that even slightly resembled a community.

"How much farther?" Rick questioned as he stepped out behind the wheel of the other car.

"Well, technically, we're already here," Jesus replied. "I mean, we're always here, but here we are, at the Kingdom. Well, its outer edge."

"So, what the hell we waitin' on?" Daryl asked.

Jesus pointed at something approaching down the road. "Waiting for them."

Milo turned around the look and watched in astonishment as two men on horseback approached. They were wearing armor and both of them carried a spear in one hand, spears that looked like they were made at Hilltop.

"Who dares trespass on the sovereign land of the - oh shit, Jesus is that you?"

Milo shared a look with Quinn, both of them slightly confused by the formal language.

Jesus waved at the two men.

"Who are all these people, Paul?" The more serious of the two asked.

"Hi, Richard," Jesus greeted him. "Nice to see you."

"It's good to see you too. Your friends, who are they?"

"This is Rick Grimes. He's the leader of a like-minded community. These are some of his people. We would like to request an audience with King Ezekiel."

The man called Richard came down from his horse, sizing up their group. "You say they're a like-minded community. Like-minded, how?"

"We live, we trade, we fight the dead. Sometimes others."

Richard nodded. "We don't usually allow a pack of strangers to waltz through our door but I trust Jesus. The cars stay outside and you gotta hand over your guns."

"We only have two," Rick said, handing over his own gun. Carl, in possession of the second one, reached for it and gave it to Richard as well.

"Okay, follow me."

They walked behind Richard and the other guard. The road went around the greenhouse and as they came around the corner, they were finally able to see the Kingdom. It was an old college community. The fence that surrounded the terrain was rebuilt into a wall and as they approached, the gates were opened to let them in.

Behind him Tara let out an impressed whistle and he had to agree. Everywhere he looked there were people doing a different task. Some were tending to the different plants and vegetables that grew in old tires and other makeshift boxes. Others, wearing the same gear as the two guards that'd greeted them, were doing training exercises. While beneath the gazebo there was a group of people who appeared to be doing yoga.

"They have the numbers," Michonne said, a small smile on her face.

"But can they fight?" Rosita asked.

"Oh, they can fight," Jesus replied.

As the group looked around, Quinn's attention seemed to be drawn elsewhere. "Morgan?" She asked, making everyone turn around.

He came walking out of a nearby building, looking bewildered at the group standing in front of him. "Hey," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Quinn reached him and pulled him into a hug, smiling with a warmth that Milo rarely saw from her. Maybe her time spent imprisoned had given her a newfound appreciation for those closest to her.

They held each other tight for another passing moment before finally letting go. Morgan greeted the others while Richard looked on with confusion.

"How do you know each other?" He asked.

"We go back to the start," Rick said, earning a small smile from Morgan.

Richard nodded. "Well, the King is ready to see you."

They followed him into the building, the very same one Morgan had just come walking out of. As they entered he realised it was an old assembly hall. He felt a small smile appear on his face as he remembered his own college days, back when he had the highest ambition to join Congress and change the world for the better. It felt like a different life...

Richard led them into the hall. On the stage stood a chair, which was probably meant to resemble a throne. Seated on it was the King but that wasn't what caught Milo's attention. It was the literal fucking tiger chained to the chair that made each of them pause in the doorway.

"What the fuck?" He heard Quinn whisper beside him.

He didn't have a reply ready.

"Jesus!" The King called out and only then did Milo remember the man. And when he looked at him, it kind of made sense that he would have a pet tiger. He was dressed in a long leather jacket. His head was crowned with grey dreadlocks which held a large feather in them. "It pleases me to see you old friend!"

"It pleases him, indeed!" A man standing behind him called out. He was wearing a red coat holding a fucking bigass axe.

"Jerry," Ezekiel said, looking close to rolling his eyes.

Milo felt as though he'd stepped into some weird high school play. Meanwhile none of them had moved from their position in the doorway, eyes locked on the tiger pacing back and forth on the stage.

"Tell me, what news do you bring good King Ezekiel? Are these new allies you've brought me?"

"Indeed, they are, Your Majesty," Jesus said with a nod and then turned around to introduce them, only to pause when he noticed the way they all lingered in the doorway. "Oh right. I forgot to mention that-"

"Yeah, a tiger," Rick said, stunned.

As if the animal knew they were talking about it, it growled. Which wasn't exactly inspiring any confidence but still, the group finally found their courage again and edged closer towards the stage. Though Milo couldn't help but notice none of them stood too close.

"This is Rick Grimes," Jesus went on introducing them. "He's the leader of Alexandria and these are some of his people. And this is Cyndie and Beatrice. They're from another community called Oceanside."

"I welcome you all to the Kingdom, good travelers," Ezekiel spoke with a theatrical voice. "Now what brings you to our fair land? Why do you seek an audience with the King?"

For a moment Rick seemed to search for the right words to address this circus act. "Ezekiel, King Ezekiel. Alexandria, The Hilltop, Oceanside and the Kingdom all four of our communities have something in common. We all serve the Saviors."

Milo didn't miss the look Richard gave his King, a look of a man who was ready to fight and awaiting his order to do so.

"Alexandria already fought them once and we won. We thought we took out the threat, but we didn't know then what we know now. We only beat one outpost. We've been told you have a deal with them, that you know them. Then you know they rule through violence and fear."

Ezekiel turned his gaze to Jesus, and he did not look pleased.

"Your Majesty, I only told them of the-"

"Our deal with the Saviors is not known among my people for good cause. We made you a party to that secret when you told us of the Hilltop's own travails, but we did not expect you to share-"

"We can help each other," Jesus interrupted him.

"Don't interrupt the King," the man called Jerry said loudly.

Quinn raised her eyebrows at Milo and he shrugged. He had no idea what to make of this act.

"We brought you into our confidence. Why did you break it?"

"Because I want you to hear Rick's plans."

Ezekiel turned to look at their leader again, though his gaze did not soften. "And what plans have you, Rick Grimes of Alexandria?"

"We came to ask the Kingdom, to ask you, to join us in fighting the Saviors, fighting for freedom for all of us."

"What you are asking is very serious."

Michonne took a step forward. "Several of our people, good people, were killed by the Saviors, brutally."

"Who?" Morgan questioned, a tremor in his voice.

The line up appeared before his eyes. His memories playing out right in front of him without him wanting them to. He couldn't stop it and was forced to watch that damned bat come down again...again...and again.

It was Rosita who could muster the courage to speak their names out loud. "Abraham. And Glenn. Spencer, Olivia. Eugene was taken. Daryl and Quinn too but they escaped. Every second they're out here, they're a target. You're gonna say you were right?"

Morgan shook his head. "No. I'm...I'm just real sorry they're gone."

"Negan murdered Glenn and Abraham, beat them to death," Rick added.

"Terrorized the Hilltop, set walkers lose just to make a point," Sasha said.

Quinn took a step forward. "He killed all the men of Oceanside when they took a stand against him, every boy over twelve."

Milo felt his insides freeze and noticed the tremor that went through the group at the revelation of the reason Oceanside had joined the right. He turned his eyes towards Cyndie and Beatrice, both women looked more determined than he'd ever seen them. Determined to make this King understand that they needed his help. To end all of it.

"We fled afterwards," Cyndie added. "We lived closed-off from the rest of the world until Quinn convinced us that hiding is not the way to make things right. Standing up for yourself is."

"I used to think the deal was something we could live with," Jesus said. "A lot of us did. But that's changing. So let's change the world, Your Majesty."

"I wanna be honest about what we're asking," Rick spoke up again. "My people are strong but there's not enough of us. We don't have guns, not enough, at least. Not a lot of weapons, period."

"We have people," Richard said, seeming almost excited at the offer in front of him. "And weapons. If we strike first, together, we can beat them. Your Majesty, no more waiting for things to get worse beyond what we can handle. We set things right."

Ezekiel didn't reply immediately, a thousand thoughts seeming to rattle his brain. Finally he turned his eyes to Morgan. "What say you?" He asked.

"Me?" The man asked.

"Speak," the King said kindly.

Milo had a sinking feeling he knew what the man was going to say and once he even agreed with him. But not anymore, not after everything that happened.

"People will die. A lot of people, and not just the Saviors. It..." He took a deep breath. "If we can find another way, we have to. Maybe it's just about Negan, about capturing him. Maybe..." His voice died away.

"The hour grows late," Ezekiel said as he got to his feet, the chain holding the tiger rattled. "Rick Grimes of Alexandria, you've given the King much to ponder."

But Rick, sensing the way Morgan's answer had changed the mood, wasn't done trying yet. "When I was a kid, my mother told me a story. There was a road to a kingdom and there was a rock in the road. And people would just avoid it, but horses would break their legs on it and die, wagon wheels would come off. People would lose the goods they'd be coming to sell. That's what happened to a little girl. The cask of beer her family brewed fell right off. It broke. Dirt soaked it all up, and it was gone. That was her family's last chance. They were hungry, didn't have any money. She just...sat there and cried, but she wondered why it was still there. For it to hurt someone else. So she dug at that rock in the road until her hands bled, used everything she had to pull it out. It took hours. And then when she was gonna fill it up, she saw something in it. It was a bag of gold. The King had put that rock in the road because he knew the person who dug it out, who did something, they deserved a reward. They deserved to have their life changed for the good, forever."

The silence was heavy as the meaning of Rick's words seemed to echo through the assembly hall. It wasn't just a story from his childhood and they all knew that. This could be their lives...

"I invite you all to sup with us," Ezekiel spoke, finally breaking the silence. "And stay till the morrow."

"We need to get back home," Rick said.

"I shall deliver my decree in the morn." He banged his staff on the ground, apparently signalling the meeting was over. Then he disappeared behind the backstage, followed by Jerry and Richard.

"The dining hall is this way," Morgan said and led them out of the assembly hall.

They didn't see the King during dinner. Apparently he took his time to think this through very seriously. Not that Milo could blame him, it wasn't an easy decision to make. But at the same time there was only one option that really felt like the right one. Was it truly possible to stay silent when you were oppressed? Was it not human nature to take a stand and fight for your rights, to fight for what you believed you were worth...

After dinner they were led into the dormitories and given a room to spend the night. Milo and Quinn ended up sharing a room. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow he could feel sleep pulling at him. It didn't take long for the darkness to envelop him, pulling him into a dreamless sleep.

According to the alarm clock, assuming it still worked, it was past midnight when he startled awake. For a moment he was completely disoriented until he finally remembered where he was, managing to calm down. With a sigh he reached for the light and put it on, illuminating the small room. Slowly he felt his heart rate calm down, right until his eyes landed on the bed across the room.

It was empty.

He got to his feet, shivering as he got out from beneath the blankets. He put his shoes on and walked out into the hallway, following the light at the end of the corridor. Maybe she went for a walk outside, he knew how she hated feeling locked up. Maybe she just needed to know she could leave if she wanted to.

As he got down the stairs however, his attention was taken by the light growling. It was coming from the room to his right. Carefully he opened the door, feeling his heart jump slightly in his chest when he saw the huge tiger. Only when he'd managed to calm himself for the second time that night, did he realise it was locked in a cage.

And in front of the cage, seated with her legs crossed on the ground, was his sister.

"Hey," she greeted him with an amused smile, clearly having noticed how he almost got a heart attack at the mere sight of a tiger.

"Couldn't sleep?" He asked, taking a seat next to her on the ground.

She shook her head. "Nightmares," she muttered.

"Hmm," he said, not knowing what else to say if she didn't provide him with more details. Instead he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and let her rest her head against his shoulder. They sat in silence for a while, just watching the mighty beast in front of them pacing back and forth. For a second Milo wondered if the sight reminded Quinn of her time spent in the Sanctuary, but he didn't dare ask.

"He asked me to be his wife," she suddenly said.

Milo blinked. "Daryl?"

She snorted. "No, Negan."

He sat up straighter, forcing her to lift her head from his shoulder and look him in the eye. "What the fuck?"

She sighed. "He made me an offer. If I married him, he would stop torturing Daryl."

"I..." He shook his head. "I have no words to describe how fucked up that is."

"I know right," she said, eyes focused on the tiger in front of her. "I said no, of course. Didn't make him all that happy. But before I got to feel his wrath, Nick got me out."

Milo studied her closely as slowly the puzzle of what was bothering her became complete. "And now you're worried about what he did to Daryl after you left."

She nodded, then reached up and wiped her upcoming tears away with her sleeve.

Milo reached for her and pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly while she tried to pull herself together. Not that she had to, not for him. He would never think any less of her, even if she were to scream like hell and break everything in sight. If anyone deserved to have a breakdown it was her. Maybe they all did...

But his sister was strong and managed to pull herself somewhat together, swallowing her tears. She took a deep breath to calm herself but didn't pull away from him.

"You know the only way to find out is to ask him right?" Milo said when she was slightly calm again.

"Yeah, I just don't know how."

He watched as the tiger finally came to a halt and lay down on the ground, purring happily. Suddenly he realised she hadn't chosen this place to calm down because the animal reminded her of her own imprisonment. It reminded her of Daryl's.

"Well," he finally said softly. "I do know that you're the only one who'll be able to get it out of him."

She scoffed but remained silent, which was enough for him to know that she realised he was right.

"Maybe you should try to get some sleep first. You're not fully healed yet."

Quinn untangled herself from his arms. "I wanna stay for a bit. You go."

He doubted but nodded then, realising she needed to be alone for a while. He pressed a kiss on the top of her head and got to his feet. In the door opening however he paused and turned back. "You're allowed to feel guilty but don't blame yourself. Whatever he did to Daryl, that's on him. Not you."

She smiled at him but it didn't quite reach her eyes. Still, Milo knew that was as good as it was going to get right now.

He left her seated in front of the cage and made his way back into bed. He didn't fall back asleep as easily this time. Hours passed and when Quinn finally returned he was still awake. The siblings nodded silently at each other and waited in the darkness until dawn came.

When morning finally came, neither of them were well rested. But staying in bed wasn't an option either. So they readied themselves and made their way downstairs to meet the others.

The King was waiting for them outside at what appeared to be training grounds for archery. Milo couldn't help but feel the anticipation that clung to the air like an early morning fog. Whatever his decision would be, they were going to war. It was Ezekiel's word however that would determine if they were heading into battle or into a slaughter.

"This is life here," he began. "Every day. But it came at a cost. And I wanted more of this. I wanted to expand. To create more places like this. Men and women lost their limbs. Children lost their parents because I sent them into battle against the wasted when I did not need to."

"This is different," Rick spoke up, hoping to turn the tide.

"It isn't."

"It is. The dead don't rule us. The world doesn't look like this outside your walls. People don't have it as good. Some people don't have it good at all."

"I have the worry about my people," Ezekiel spoke solemnly.

"You call yourself a damn king. You sure as hell don't act like one," Daryl scolded.

Ezekiel took a step towards him. "All of this came at a cost. It was lives, arms, legs. The peace we have with the Saviors is uneasy, but it is peace. I have to hold on to it. I have to try." He raised his voice to address the whole group. "Although the Kingdom cannot grant you the aid you desire, the King is sympathetic to your plight. I offer our friends Daryl and Quinn asylum for as long as they require it. They will be safe here. The Saviors don't set foot inside our walls."

"How long do you think that's gonna last?" Daryl sneered before turning around and heading up towards the gates.

The rest of the group followed. He was disappointed in the King's decision but not surprised. If it'd been up to him, he wouldn't have wanted to lead his people into a war either. But Milo wasn't sure if not fighting was the right choice either. The world simply just wasn't as black and white as they all might've liked.

"Hey open it up, we're gone!" Daryl called up to the guards on the wall.

Slowly the gates were opened for them, but Rick stopped Daryl and Quinn before they could set a foot outside. "You two aren't."

"I ain't staying here," Daryl protested.

"You have to," Rick reasoned. "It's the smartest play. You know it is. Try to talk to Ezekiel or stare him into submission. Whatever it takes. We'll be back soon." He patted Daryl's shoulder and then turned to Quinn. "Keep an eye on this one."

A smile tugged at her lips. "Always," she promised.

Milo walked up to his sister. He could tell she didn't want to stay, but they were all aware it was indeed the smartest play. "See you soon," he said as he pulled her into a hug.

"Yeah," she mumbled, holding him tight.

He didn't want to let go, but he had to head home. There was work to be done and they all needed to do their part. So, finally, he let her go. He walked backwards out of the gate, smiling reassuringly at her as she took Daryl's hand and watched them leave.

Then the gates closed and took them out of sight.

A U T H O R 'S  N O T E

New chapter is up! Sorry if this was a boring one, I couldn't fit many scenes of my own in here so it mostly just follows the episode. I hope it was still somewhat enjoying to read though! I'm really happy they met Ezekiel because I love his character and I can't wait to write him interacting with Milo and Quinn!

Also I really feel like Morgan and Quinn is a very underrated friendship and I'm very happy for them to be reunited. I've got some very interesting scenes planned between them!

As always, please don't forget to leave a comment or vote. Thank you all so much for your endless support on this fic of mine. It really means the world to me!

xx Nelly