So Olivia wakes up and she’s off to rescuing Erica.
Can you say fairy tale ending?
Ooops…
Oh, her conversation with Astrid. I loved it how it’s Astrid to tell her that she’s not so righteous. And that she doesn’t know about everything.
[“OLIVIA, SHE GAVE HER LIFE UP FOR YOU.”
“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT.”
“HOW DO YOU THINK SHE GOT UP THERE, OLIVIA?” ASTRID TOOK A STEP TOWARDS THE OTHER WOMAN AND GENTLY TOUCHED HER HAND WITH HER OWN. “SHE DIDN’T JUST TURN HERSELF OVER, SHE DIDN’T JUST BREAK AND DECIDE THAT GIVING UP AND GIVING IN WAS EASIER. THERE WAS A REASON BEHIND IT, I’M SURE.”
“YOU DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HER.”
“FROM THE SOUNDS OF IT, NEITHER DID YOU.”]
Oh, oh, oh… Poor Erica was being tortured by those Vs!
I hate Anna, I hate, hate, hate Anna!
But thank God Erica doesn’t break that easily. And I love how she held on to happier times in order not to go insane.
[EVERY TIME THEY HIT HER, EVERY TIME HER SKIN CRACKED AND HER BLOOD TRICKLED DOWN HER FACE, SHE REMEMBERED HER SON - THE SOUND OF HIS LAUGH, HIS EYES AND HOW THEY WERE FILLED WITH JOY, NOT SO LONG AGO. THE ONSLAUGHT COMBINED WITH ANNA’S WORDS WERE STRONG ENOUGH TO BREAK HER, BUT NO ONE COULD TAKE THE MEMORIES OF HER SON AWAY FROM HER. ERICA GRIPPED HER RESTRAINTS AND SUDDENLY REALIZED THAT IT WAS JOY, HER SON’S JOY, THAT WOULD SAVE HER.]
Can you say fairy tale ending?
Ooops…
Oh, her conversation with Astrid. I loved it how it’s Astrid to tell her that she’s not so righteous. And that she doesn’t know about everything.
[“OLIVIA, SHE GAVE HER LIFE UP FOR YOU.”
“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT.”
“HOW DO YOU THINK SHE GOT UP THERE, OLIVIA?” ASTRID TOOK A STEP TOWARDS THE OTHER WOMAN AND GENTLY TOUCHED HER HAND WITH HER OWN. “SHE DIDN’T JUST TURN HERSELF OVER, SHE DIDN’T JUST BREAK AND DECIDE THAT GIVING UP AND GIVING IN WAS EASIER. THERE WAS A REASON BEHIND IT, I’M SURE.”
“YOU DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HER.”
“FROM THE SOUNDS OF IT, NEITHER DID YOU.”]
Oh, oh, oh… Poor Erica was being tortured by those Vs!
I hate Anna, I hate, hate, hate Anna!
But thank God Erica doesn’t break that easily. And I love how she held on to happier times in order not to go insane.
[EVERY TIME THEY HIT HER, EVERY TIME HER SKIN CRACKED AND HER BLOOD TRICKLED DOWN HER FACE, SHE REMEMBERED HER SON - THE SOUND OF HIS LAUGH, HIS EYES AND HOW THEY WERE FILLED WITH JOY, NOT SO LONG AGO. THE ONSLAUGHT COMBINED WITH ANNA’S WORDS WERE STRONG ENOUGH TO BREAK HER, BUT NO ONE COULD TAKE THE MEMORIES OF HER SON AWAY FROM HER. ERICA GRIPPED HER RESTRAINTS AND SUDDENLY REALIZED THAT IT WAS JOY, HER SON’S JOY, THAT WOULD SAVE HER.]
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