what was the reason? well, alice can see right through you! a woman so desperate for what scrapes and scraps that she can get about the boy she calls her SON. it's a funny and delicate dance, of asking, prodding, thinking oneself innocent... but really, alice manages to ply out so much more in the end. she always did find it the most fascinating thing to see what motivated a person. what drove them, what made them tick, all that beautiful clockwork inside made to click and whir. she loves it. and that woman, well, she loves the nearness to the things she couldn't have, even if alice only ever offered up the most banal of truths for her, she'd sup as if they were richer.

so where did that leave him? dakota, oh dakota, what have you done? her head tilts, that odd little smile framed up, as she pushed the end of a sneaker into the dirt. "well i don't know. your house, your games, you're the biggest star and love to be seen, but now, now it's all a mystery! did you not think that someone wouldn't NOTICE? or is this you trying to have someone come find you?" she twists the words, and alice laughs for it, leaning back within where she's gone and seated herself. "hmmm~ for me? it would be! but i've always loved a touch of the sun. isn't that what you look for too? or has something changed?"

- @92328

𝘛𝘦𝘢 ; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 -- 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 #1, 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 -- 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦-𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 ; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

“ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐨. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 -- 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞? 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠? ”

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random love in the inbox ( always accepting ) + @petitsdieu

okay so liiiiike - mel. melrose. my beloved. LMAO! honestly i was thinking about this ever since you posted that delicious edit the other day, just how like, i seriously think that in the last, what...? 7 years or so that we've been writing??? at this point you're pretty much one of the oldest partners i've had consistently, and just!!!

you're seriously one of the most lovely, poetic, darling writers that i've had the pleasure of knowing. i think a lot of people put so much emphasis on what it means to have lovely romantic ships, but like, with you, i feel that we've always managed to capture the most wistful parts of what it means to grow up within damaged girlhood, and just, that's such a beautiful and fleeting feeling and yet i think you nail it each and every time. you're just brilliant, so trust me when i say, you're also high key wonderful in my books ♡

maybe that's the problem, in a way. she's grown TOO USED to the fact that leila was always willing to be the one that made things happen. that sweet, darling leila never complained, never seemed all too put out by it... and marlene? well, she'd then order things from most, to least disruptive, and why was it that leila was the one that always had to eat it instead of anybody else? it's something that strikes her, sadly. realizing that above all else, she should have been better, because hadn't it been them against the world? why was it that she'd suddenly lost sight of that truth, a sense of flickering disappointment coming to flame within her chest.

when had she become that kind of person? maybe it was just a slippery slope, how she'd once found such things disdainful, and a complete lack of respect. where were her excuses now? better abandoned, because... frankly, she knew ALL TOO WELL what they'd sound like to the other girl. and if she actually wanted things to be better, then she needed to shape the fuck up - to wrap herself in better shades, and do the things that she needed to to step up. "it's fine. you can be mad, and have cake. come on. take a seat. i'll get the kettle started." reaching out now to tuck a stray strand of her brunette hair behind an ear. "... thank you. for being honest with me tonight. i know that wasn't easy."

- @angelsdvsts

it was exhausting always being the one to move plans around, switch her routine to try and fit some time with the other — the harder she tries it seems that the less the other would. it was a push and pull, a constant loop of circles that she found herself being exhausted of. how much more could she put up with? but there was still another part that held on, held onto the connection and the good memories.

maybe she was a people pleaser for being too kind, letting things slide over and over again. but this was her final straw — leila decides for herself, if marlene doesn’t put in effort from now on she’ll cut all ties with her. at the suggestion, she lets out a soft sigh — tiny smile forming across her lips as she nods her head. “fine.. only because i’m starving and because i’m dying to know what that cake tastes like… but that doesn’t mean that i’m still not mad at you.” she mumbles, giving her a look before brushing it off for another night full of memories.

a lot of things have changed since that movie, haven't they? maybe rue likes to think that she's become a STRONGER PERSON since then. maybe it's the realization that she isn't content with certain things, gliding along, with the way that people were around her. maybe she better has found the value in living rather than simply existing. not wanting to cling to the same old bad habits, even if some of them found themselves rather encouraged despite what most people would think. she still can't quite quit the drugs the same way that she does people. and maybe that's something she needs to think about. it'd be something she would have talked about with him, when things were like. normal. before... before, before, before. something sticks. an awful, sad feeling that clings onto the inside of her chest. remembering always gives rise to the grief. that's what mourning looks like, within her vision.

she's just talking to HERSELF NOW, isn't she?

a sigh wears her down. that weary smile, the one that hangs, turning over the good, the bad, the ugly. "i'll try... at least i can promise. that. who knows where i'll end up? maybe you'll watch me from wherever you are, on that boat that jasmine saw you on. things are going to keep changing, and changing. you don't have to watch that part anymore. but i can at least say i'm trying, every day, to make THE MOST of the gift you left us with. maybe that's all i really can do. but if it is? i'm gonna fucking embrace that shit. someone has to, right?" there's a pause, and, awkwardly, her arms lift. "... is this the part where we hug? or is that weird?"

- @auragifted

 ❛❛   remember   when   i   thought   you   and   ling   were   annoying   as   shit  ?   ❜❜  the   reflection   says   with   a   smirk,   reminiscing   in   the   memories   of   that   time.   they   were   all   just   a   band   of   almost   strangers   thrust   into   this   whole   thing   together   *&   those   that   survived,   coming   out   stronger.   it   is   with   an   aching   heart   the   realization   fully   dawns.    ❛❛   those   were   the   days.  ❜❜

in   some   ways   dreams   were   a   mere   reflection   of   our   reality.   as   vast   as   the   imagination   was,   ideas   *&   thoughts   have   to   come   from   some   source   right   ?   in   this   case   that   would   mean   whatever   dream   warren   was   saying   to   rue   was   at   the   very   least   inspired   by   the   actual   person,   which   could   equate   to   actual   reality   if   they   were   indeed   here.   in   the   end   that   breaks   the   spell,   rue   is   talking   *&  communicating   with   the   one   she   knows   to   be   her   friend.   *&   everything   coming   from   his   lips   is   nothing   but   the   very   truth.    ❛❛    where   else   would   i   be   ?  ❜❜  they   tease   playfully,   the   mood   is   getting   a   little   somber   now.    ❛❛   wouldn't   have   had   it   any   other   way.   ❜❜   omitting   the   fact   it   meant   his   death.    ❛❛      forgive   yourself   now.   that's   all   i   ask.    ❜❜

@redemptioninterlude

don't try to make me feel bad . ( jal @ rue )

don't smile at me ( billie eilish ) meme ( accepting ) + @bloodykneestm // jal

" don't try to make me feel bad . "

okay. so she gets what this looks like. rue here out of the blue, looking emotionally beat up and exhausted, those rings beneath her eyes a giveaway in a million languages that she did not know how to speak. it's also like, super clear to her that at this point in their friendship, jal is TOTALLY AND THOROUGHLY over her shit, which like... yeah. maybe she knows that there's a time, a point, for so many people like that in her life, and that's what sticks, what hurts, what aches. moving, restlessly, from one person to the next, sucking dry what empathy they had until the well ran dry, and they, sick of her.

which like, all figures for her reaction right now. which KIND OF MAKES RUE SAD considering that they used to be, like, really close before. used to be. rue burns her bridges come the night, and she sort of fucked up once when they'd had a house party at jal's nice place, how she'd gone through the cupboards and stolen all the drugs she could and like, the next day when nobody fessed up it seemed fine since they were all problematic, but like. yeah. doesn't really work when you've got borwn bottles with their names on it in her backpack spilling out when her stuff's upturned.

like, fuck me, right? but things are different now. sort of. enough. rue thinks that she deserves another chance but knows she isn't the one who gets to PICK THAT POINT after everything. instead she exhales slow, nodding her head. "i'm not trying to. i don't want to give you excuses, either." rue's never been good at looking someone in the eye unless she's fucking angry, but right now, she's doing her best. even if it like, doesn't feel easy, or good. she's trying. "i just want to talk to you. is that okay? if not um... i-i i can leave."

@serxndipities // jupiter aka john

Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2024)

just murder me

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑.

Bottom Bitch by Doja Cat, ( x ), "On the Misty Face of Open Water " by Alyssa Fortin, Obsessed Olivia Rodrigo, Cassie&Maddy, Yellowjackts quotes, Black Iris by Leah Raeder, Picnic at Hanging Rock. // 𝒇𝒕. @redemptioninterlude

OLIVIA RODRIGO 'obsessed' Music Video (2024)

@awalkoflife - samantha gets a new follower starter !

it's almost a CLASSIC STORY. how she and sam meet each other when they're 18, the both of them, chasing dreams or running away from something. what's new. welcome to teenaged angst, she tells her dryly, as they share a lick of greasy food from a plate that avery's ordered after they've gotten too drunk at the club that they meet at. neither of them should be there, but they are. hardly another surprise, really... there's a certain scrappy persistence to girls like them, made out of the wilds. or the less so in her case, having no tragic backstory to weigh down at the corners of her, no american nightmare pinning itself within her closets, no.

no, no, avery's just here for a good time with the right people. and maybe for them there's an element of right time, right place, but who really cared for circumstance? none of that really holds avery's attention the same way as the experience itself, and who could ever say that they were bored around SAMANTHA CARPENTER? and sure. there's things said, accusations slung, from back home moments where they go back, together, with sam to show of what hometown heroes could look like.

and, well... what happens there is less a road trip memory and more nightmare fuel than anything, but what's a clever girl to do, but SURVIVE? but to be thankful for the fact that they managed to have each other's back, despite the way the odds stack up. and who knew? that they'd meet enough people then to make the whole thing feel just right, despite the initial concern that seeped through them all. avery, the stranger, samantha, the legacy. they made a hell of a killer team, didn't they? and thankfully, not for all the wrong reasons.

but when there's a moment of peace? nobody could ever accuse either of them of not knowing when to take a break, as avery served up a drink as she bent over a canvas, still dressed in splattered clothes as she drew over the front of a piece she'd been working on, her temporarily clean hands made for filth again. "don't tell me that CRAZY REPORTER WOMAN is hanging around again. pero, i take that back. are you going to hit her this time?" a laugh bubbling up, as she paused to pull from a cigarette, her best vibe with messy hands when she was too afraid to touch a glass and ruin it. "i swear, i'd pay to see that."

- @awalkoflife

"am i grateful?" the words pulls, and she really has to like, chew on the idea of it. because like, she has more then enough reasons to be. in all sense of the word, it feels like things have really changed since everything went sideways. it was hard to believe anymore what had ACTUALLY HAPPENED, or how much of it was like... some kind of insane drug induced fantasy. or horror movie. given the subject matter, the terror of it all, horror felt appropriate. "i mean i'm glad i'm alive. i'm glad i'm here. i'm sad what happened." well, that's one way to put it. she's not trying to dig into how she has dreams about it still. it's not exactly polite conversation. "and more than anything, i'm glad ling's okay. i think there's a lot of ways things could have turned out. i'm just... happy that the ending we have, is the one we got. everything else... well. i guess we all carry that weight now."

well. except chad. sort of. honestly, so much of all of THAT ends up being a shared haunting between all of them, according to her own estimation of the matter. her gaze slips, and moves, not knowing what to say about it - ling's only just remembered lately and it's been a lot to talk about, the heaviness of losing a friend and knowing what it was that drove all of it. rue's just glad at this point that things weren't worse then they were, perhaps coming to grips with the fact that things had actually been pretty fucking wretched ever since that weird night on someone's birthday.

"wanna tell me about the vision?" a small smile forms on her lips, happy to see him in like, his element and all that. passion's sort of like, all you really have in life, something that she learns along the way. and only because she had tried so many things that she really HADN'T been passionate about first to get here. it's funny, that to her, chad seemed to find it all, so effortlessly... maybe it's better to believe and buy into the fairy tale of that. that everything had come together neatly, kindly. he just seemed like that kind of guy to her. tongue lapping along her bottom lip before his comment caught her slipping, a blush forming on her lips as she spilled into a ready laugh. "well duh! i mean like. seriously. sometimes i feel like... i dunno. i didn't really see... enough of my mom, my dad, being in love, you know? i was too young to really see or appreciate what that looked like. and then he was just gone. maybe that's why i've always had a really fucked up vision of it in my head but like. i kinda like seeing how it can look so good too, in people who like. feel like what a family should, yanno?"

- @applesdrowned

its   a   weighted   idea   sure.   the   fact   that   you   have   to   equate   your   survival   to   gratefulness   on   the   one   who   made   the   sacrifice.   that   is   of   course   if   you   were   actually   happy   to   be   alive.   though   truthfully,   most   people   were;   so   maybe   it   wasn't   such   a   weighted   thought   after   all.   even   if   you   count   how   not   a   single   person   in   the   human   race   consented   to   be   born,   so   really,   living   isn't   a   choice   we   are   able   to   consciously   make   for   ourselves.   when   did   chad   get   so   deep   about   these   things  ?   must   be   the   sentimentality.   ❛❛   well   are   you   grateful   ?   in   the   sense   that   you   are   here   anyways.   i'm   sure   you   would   rather   have   the   ghost   guy   back   alive   and   well.  ❜❜  

the   psychic   was   an   odd   one   that   chad   only   crossed   paths   with   once   during   his   time   at   the   misery   resort.   the   guy   was   a   bit   awkward,   tripping   over   his   own   feet   in   the   snow,   as   if   running   from   something.   chad   had   perchance   asked   him   for   help   but   it   was   a   quick   decline.   "no   no   i'm   good,   just   gotta   run..   things   to   do."   *&   then   he   was   gone,   as   quick   as   he   had   come.   a   mystery   wrapped   in   yet   another   mystery   with   the   strange   happenings   on   the   mountain   top   that   time.

❛❛  believe   me,   there   is   very   little   i   can't   do   once   i   have   the   vison   in   mind.  ❜❜    he   doesn't   mean   to   boast,   but   chad   is   good   at   his   craft   and   will   never   shy   away   from   saying   it.   he's   already   mentally   checking   off   ideas   in   his   brain   regarding   florists   *&   aesthetics.   it   means   a   lot   to   his   young   friends   to   have   this   almost   fresh   start   *&   chad   wants   everything   to   be   spectacular;   no   less   than   perfection.

smile   pulls   on   his   lips,   as   the   warmth   in   his   chest   grows.   it's   nice   to   know   rue   appreciated   his   outlook   on   matters   of   the   heart.   most   people   thought   chad   an   over   dramatic   hopeless   romantic.   *&   he   was   for   the   most   part,   but   that   didn't   mean   anything   he   preached   was   false.   ❛❛    i   expect   a   glowing   review   should   cupid   come   asking   your   opinions   of   my   marriage.   ❜❜   he   teases   her.   ❛❛    thanks   though,   for   not   just   calling   me   a   hopeless   sap   or   something.   not   everyone   sees   the   beauty   that   love   really   is.     ❜❜

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@kostenkos // julie

CROSSROADS (2002) Dir. Tamra Davis

ribbon tears from simone rocha fw23

@sunxsin // ling

Perfect Addiction (2023)

@kostenkos // julie

I CARE A LOT (2020) dir. J Blakeson

NAN ST. GEORGE ↴ The Buccaneers | Women or Wives ( 1.02 )

there's always that hope, isn't there. fragile, small, inside of all people. one where they just wanted their parents to love them. rue knows it's not always easy, she's been both the problem child, and watched what it did to a person in lexi to have that person not quite love you back the way that you hoped for. how that want never really GOES AWAY, and maybe rue's just spared that by the virtue of her own dad being dead. but with her mom, it was like... even after everything, she still missed her. loved her. it hadn't mattered that she'd been kicked out of the nest and made to fly way sooner then she felt fucking ready for. she just... wanted that feeling back that used to be there. the one where you feel protected, and cared for, where nothing you did seemed to push them away...

hands left SHAKING as she holds onto his phone. listening to it ring, and ring, until it finally picks up. rue hasn't spoken to the man in years - she doesn't have enough time, or energy in the moment to be awkward, stumbling over her own words to tell him that ling was sick, and needed him. what else was she supposed to do? the whole thing had her seized in survival mode, none of which meant that she was exactly thinking logically herself. instead she's caught up in the anxiety of is he okay, and what the fuck happened, already a mess by the time the doorbell rings.

it doesn't strike her that she never actually told him where they live. it's not really like - on her mind until hours later, when everything's already gone wrong. yeah, future rue? didn't really fucking LOVE her for making the call that she did. she's bitten her bottom lip raw, pale and shaken from holding onto his hand as he seemed to thrash in a pain he couldn't describe to her. nothing he said was even really making sense to her, and she'd honestly fucking do anything for an answer now. "j-just... do you know what happened? can we fix this?"

- @sunxsin

He didn’t have time (or the breath) to explain his reasoning– his father had to know what was wrong with him, right? He hates the thought of it alone, that crushing feeling in the pit of his stomach. Because at the end of the day, he was still scared of his father, still bombarded with memories of them when he was away: away from rue, away from his friend, far off, and away to a place where he couldn’t really get help EVEN IF HE WANTED TO. The times he spent alone, wondering if he’d ever see rue again if he’d ever step foot into nevermore again. He still remembers the memory of being in the car, the day after he and rue had kissed, looking back out the window, knowing no one would know where he’d go, or why he left… the anger and resentment he’d leave behind, while his hands were shaking with the realization that he was, in fact, truly alone. 

And now, he was running back to him– when he had EVERYTHING HE WANTED, this is what it came down to. But… why? Why was he doing this? 

And like, in a way rue was right. His dad was an asshole, and wouldn’t care about his well-being… but maybe he would. After all, wasn’t he an extension of his father? Isn’t that why he came to jericho to become some small-town mayor? He could have had a high-end business in hong kong, been part of the top 1% there, or hang out with the chaebols in seoul. The possibilities for this man were aimless- and even A BIT SCARY. And yet he chose this, and there had to be a reason… maybe he did care about him, didn’t he? 

He feels his chest constricting again, feeling that sharp pain as he was half-over the bed. He gags, coughs, sees red on the floor. It felt like his heart was going to burst, the only thing keeping him in reality was the sound of RUE’S VOICE, and his keen ears hearing the sound of his father’s:

‘I’M ON MY WAY.’

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