in which .  .  .

.  .  .  being forgotten is a mistake,
but being loved is a sin.

the clock is ticking . . .

. . . does the sound scare you?

"i hope you leave
right before
the sun comes up
so i can watch it alone"

Everything was on fire.
The people were screaming, running, desperately trying to save their lives.

And yet there she was, thinking about the only thing that could've killed her in that moment: Harry's malevolent eyes still haunting hers. The boy was watching her crying and staining her angelic features – being proud of the moment when tears were the best ornaments for Helia's sorrow.

Were you wondering how it all started?

Helia used to spend all of her days thinking if any of the people around her had ever imagined themselves as bugs. Had they ever felt small, powerless and vulnerable around other human beings? Had they been afraid that someone could've destroyed their future just by touching them?

She lived in a world full of butterflies, but she was still a cocoon, carrying her bag of bones anywhere, as far away from the connectedness as possible. She would've loved to be forgotten.

And the girl's plan seemed to be the solution for her pain and all the moments when she was unintentionally unfaithful to her own life if her first love, and also her biggest enemy, didn't decide to stay sober in exchange for the immortality she could've given to him just by kissing his poisoned lips once.

But what type of bug was Harry Bingham?

Was he a fly and people wanted to kill him because of his annoying voice? Was he an innocent bee that would've died anyway because of his deadly touch? Maybe he was a mosquito and that's why he enjoyed sucking the life out of her every single time when he called, because he felt alone and needed someone to come over. Or when they made love and Helia ended up being a random object in his hands. Or when her breathing was erratic, because his gloomy words woke her up in the middle of the night.

In fact, Helia Davis didn't want to die. She was too afraid to die, but the smoke from Harry's cigarette constantly flooded her thoughts, allowing her to feel the unexpected heat of the hell's hug.

Had they ever been in love?
no.
Had Harry ever appreciated that Helia never let him savor the taste of loneliness?
maybe.
Had Helia ever dropped the death's hand when she felt Harry's smile on her skin?
definitely.

STARRING . . .

(🦋)

ashley moore
as
. . .
helia davis !
( she / her. infp. 4w5. virgo )

(🐞)

alex fitzalan
as
. . .
harry bingham !
( he / him. esfp. 7w6. unknown zodiac sign)

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the cast of the society . . . their characters

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warnings :: explicit language, drinking / smoking, PTSD, drug abuse, mental illnesses, suicidal thoughts, blood, multiple suicide attempts, homophobia / internalized homophobia.

disclaimer :: this is not a love story.
(or at least, not in the beginning)
i do not romanticize / support anything that happens in this fic since both of the main characters are emotionally damaged + HARRY NEVER GOT THE REDEMPTION ARC HE DESERVED
i do not own the netflix show the society or any character from the show. also i do not own the entire plot. i do only own helia and her backstory / storyline & a part of the plot.

dts :: -lostgardens jacksfinale cvpidcrescents
spcsong rageslut sIutera bridgersriot girIgods cursedaisy godslit folkflu -myreputation girlplights ryloths goldheirs -fairyszn argentsvogue promkiller diorIove -adorewar Cocobutterr_ dandelionburdock & everyone who reads this :D

alex's side note: i'm doing god's work by giving you harry's well deserved character development since netflix was a pussy and cancelled the society. also live laugh hate campbell for ruining harry, but still stan alex ( both people named alex iykyk )

before ending this chapter i need to give credit to breewaffle. she's the owner of the filters used for this book's graphics. <3