Aug 08




Sometimes the tears come and she doesn’t even know what she is crying about.

It’s like a wave of tiredness and grief that has no relevance to anything around her arrives. She thinks that she is losing her mind. Then she remembers.

Sometimes the tears come and she sees the past.

Memories of Jasmine taken by fairies and Jack leaving her.

Visions of those who died at canary wharf or in the plass, the bodies she helped move. Remorse that she did nothing, even though she knows that London was out of their control. She wonders if Jack knew.


About the author


PickingupEllen is a fanfiction writer and fanartist from Scotland who no longer lives in the sticks.

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