Olivia | Would Jane Wilde !!install!!

Jane stepped forward. Her feet left no prints.

Jane Wilde tilted her head. A droplet of water slid from her hairline down her temple, though it hadn't rained in weeks. olivia would jane wilde

"They say you died, Jane. Three years ago. Fell through ice. No body. Just a hole in the river and a scarf on a branch." Jane stepped forward

The word pushed hung in the air like frost. but from inside her own chest

Jane finally turned. Her eyes were the same impossible green. But behind them—something else. Something that had learned to breathe underwater.

The wind died. The gate stopped clanking. Olivia felt the cold then—not from the air, but from inside her own chest, where a memory of Jane's laugh used to live.