Fics like you bruised the apple, you made it rot

The isle of the lost is not an okay place to live. It leaves scars, and those scars don’t disappear the second you’re somewhere else. A supposedly safer place, but what's safe supposed to mean to four teens who lived their whole lives in fear? /////// “Obviously it won't work, but we don’t really have a choice.” Carlos exhaled, rubbing at his eyes with the heels of his palms. Diego stood before him, a pained look on the young man's face. He stepped forward, and engulfed his younger cousin in a hug. “Dammit.” he hissed, pulling his younger cousin, younger brother, closer, fighting to hold back tears. “I should have killed her. Years ago. I should have killed her so she couldn't have done this, so she couldn't have done anything to you.” He took a shaky breath. Carlos shook his head, his own eyes stinging. “It wouldn't have worked…. Not then, not now. They’re too powerful.” /////// Aka a D1 rewrite that's pretty similar to the og d1 but i'm using to set up my d2/d3 rewrites that’ll be a lot more different :), where the focus is on recognizing the vk’s trauma and getting them to feel safe/realize what happened to them was not ok

Fics like you bruised the apple, you made it rot

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