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ro-rogue · 24 days

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i have very mixed feelings about the new bostin confrontation that got john expelled.

it is portrayed as the worst of john's actions in new bostin, his lowest, most violent moment. and while that last part is not untrue, i feel like the confrontation is a lot more complicated than just john going insane.

by that point, john had already been king for a little while, and he was absolutely terrible at it. (i've written before on why i think that is, and even his objectively horrible actions here were not excusable but understandable.) claire decided he needed to be stopped, and she gathered a bunch of their schoolmates to confront him, as her vision had shown. then, instead of trying to talk it out, zirian (one of the people she had gathered, for some reason) immediately attacked john, and everything devolved from there.

now, a few things stick out to me here:

first of all, claire took zirian with her to confront john. the question is: why? john and zirian had already fought on multiple occassions, and last time they fought, john had beaten zirian. did claire think seeing someone john defeated in a fair fight would make him realize he was a horrible person? did she think that if people saw zirian, they too would be willing to confront john? but wouldn't those people then think they were going to beat john up? did she not realize that if people believed her lie enough to follow her, they would be prepared to act on it too? i really struggle with her thought process here.

next, zirian thought that they could beat john if they all worked together. this supports my theory that the kids in new bostin had absolutely no idea how powerful a god-tier was. the wellston kids would never try to gang up like that on pre-ability loss seraphina - they knew she was too strong.

however, they did gang up on john at least sixteen-to-one (in episode 185, the shot with the most classmates shows sixteen people). when claire was telling the story to seraphina, she made it sound like it was completely unreasonable that john assumed that a group of people who all hated him, at least some of whom he had fought before, including the former king, would want to attack and overthrow him. "he refused to listen" is true, and something john has struggled with a lot both before and after the ambush, but to be honest, in his shoes, i also wouldn't have believed claire.

moreover, he is criticized for going too far in beating them up, but imo that mostly applies to claire and adrion, who weren't actually attacking him. the other fifteen kids were very clearly willing to hurt him just as much as he ended up hurting them. besides, they were attacking him fifteen-to-one, with claire standing to the side - what was john supposed to do? hold back?

the answer, of course, is yes: he should've. it was absolutely not right for him to go that far. but we must understand that john was sixteen, stressed, hurt, and facing people who were likely his former bullies, in the sense that everyone used to bully him.

(plus claire, who gathered everyone there, and how was he supposed to know that she didn't mean for it to turn out like that? and plus adrion, who called the authorities on him, which was objectively a good decision, but it can be hard to see it that way when you're the one who the cops are being called on)

in addition to that, if seraphina or even arlo had been ganged up on like that, no one would be surprised if they, too, fucked up their opponents. (remember that turf war back in episode 17/18/something? where arlo clearly wasn't just going to stop hurting rein, not until seraphina physically stopped him?) john was out of control and very much Not Okay, but his handling of the ambush actually seems to be quite typical for a god-tier.

so to conclude, the new bostin ambush/confrontation was more complex than simply john going crazy, and while both he and claire definitely think that he is the only one at fault there and he acted completely irrationally, that isn't actually the case, and uno readers should be aware that we are viewing the story from the perspectives of biased and thus unreliable narrators.

#ofc this doesnt mean that john wasnt in the wrong here. he was. but its more complex than just that #it has been bugging me for a while how little uno readers seem to try to understand his actions #not just excuse them or make him into a better person #here i am again w my john doe analysis #john doe #uno #unordinary #john doe unordinary

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years

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Multipart commission - Harry Hook x reader - A Prince Behind the Pirate - part 7 - its going down

@musicarose

In the night and most of the day you had been locked in the brig, you were surprisingly….not treated like dirt? You honestly had expected mals little stories of Uma to be true, treating her prisoners as if the weren’t even worth the bottom of her shoe, letting her crew torture them.

But the entire time you had been there, nothing really happened, they gave you back your bag and all its stuff inside (with one or two granola bars missing, courtesy of Gil) and had tossed you a pillow and blanket.

All in all, it wasn’t a horrible experience that Mal had foretold, actually, Uma was being….accommodating? and you had to say, Gil was a very entertaining guard.

You laid on your back as you watch Gil deal the Uno cards, his tongue sticking out of his mouth slightly. “okay there, now, 7 each right?”

You nodded and watched as he tossed cards through the bars to you. “what are yeh gilly weeds doin’?” a confused Harry said from the top of the brig stairs, he….looked like a normal teen, his large red jacket was missing from his shoulders, he was now wearing a plain white t-shirt and black-grey sweatpants with some old repaired converse.

“uno! It’s a card game from Auradon, wanna play?” Harry sighed and looked to the ceiling, before shrugging. “sure im bored and can’t sleep”

He slid down on the wall next to Gil, holding out his hands for cards. Gil dealt him out the 7 and then turned to you. “what were the rules again?”

“match the color or number, 7s you can switch cards with whoever you want and 0’s are everyone switches hands, you can stack plus twos and fours, and you can jump in if you have the exact same card”

You flipped the first card down, Gil going next and Harry following.

It was a while before the chaos started.

But booooy Harry was funny when he was mad.

“HOW FEKIN DARE YEH GIL!! I ONLY HAD ONE CARD LEFT AND YEH BETRAY MEH LIKE THA’?” you were laughing your ass off as gil just smiled smugly as Harry screamed at him.

“it's just part of the game Harry!” Gil laughed, leaning back and grinning like the Cheshire cat. Harry pouted and crossed his arms, glaring at him, eyes drifting to you, who was still giggling.

“i-I cant breathheheh!” you cackled, feeling tears run down your cheeks, you cracked open your eyes, seeing Gil beaming down at you while Harry had his….look on his face “s-sorry” you breathed deep, trying to calm down before bursting into another fit of giggles.

“you-you good lass?” Harry had opened the door to your cell awhile ago, so he leaned over and rubbed your shoulder, you nodded and stopped laughing for a moment, staring into Harry's blue eyes….before bursting into ANOTHER fit of laughter. “yer very giggly aren’t yeh” he chuckled

“i-im so-sorry” you cried, your stomach was starting to hurt “Its-its always hard for me to stop laughing” Gil let his own set of laughter lose, sitting up from his spot on the floor and helping you sit up.

“I've learned laying down doesn’t help stop the laughter” he offered, holding you in place as you finally gained control of your breathing.

“t-thanks” you sighed, waving your hands in your face to cool yourself down.

“you’re welcome” Gil chirped, picking his cards back up and nodding to you “your turn right?”

“y-yeah” you picked your cards up and tossed down a +4, jumping in on your own card. “plus-four Gil” Harry cackled

“haha! Revenge yeh gakit!” Gil rolled his eyes and took his cards. Harry smirked at you, slamming down a + 4 and cackling. You just mock laughed and smacked down your OWN +4.

“hahahaha ha~” Gil laughed, putting down ANOTHER + 4 “take 12 Harry!” Harry just stared down at the card, he dropped his cards and stood, giving you and Gil the middle finger and stomping back upstairs and to his cabin.

You and Gil glanced at each other and burst out into laughter.

Uma and you just kinda….stared at each other as noon rolled around “what the hell happened last night?” uma cocked her hip and raised her brow.

“We played Uno and Gil plus twelved harry” you shrugged, Uma just looked more confused.

“uh…okay whatever” Uma muttered, scratching her neck “Let's hope your little friends come for you huh?” you nodded, pursing your lips and looking around.

“so what do really want with the wand?” Uma sighed, deciding to just lay it all out.

“be free? That’s it mostly, it sucks here, rotten food, I have to sew all my clothes an-“

“hold the fu*k up” you stopped her, staring at her with wide eyes “ROTTEN FOOD!??!?!”

Uma just stared at you confused “uh yeah? The barge just sends all your leftovers? You didn’t-“

“NO I DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT IT HOLY FUCK IM GONNA KILL ADAM MYSELF!” you screamed, “HE LIED TO US, HE TOLD US YOU GUYS WERE GETTING FRESH FOOD AFTER THAT SCANDAL 15 YEARS AGO HOLY FU*K!!”

“w-what scandal?” Uma muttered. You blew your hair out of your face more dramatically than you usually would have.

“a lot of people found out that the isle wasn’t getting ANY good food so they got mad and made him start sending fresh food and assuming you're not lying, he just dropped it as soon as everyone stopped paying attention!!!”

Uma groaned and face planted “I think I remember the small time of fresh food….i think it was like half a year and that was it.” Uma was genuinely surprised at your anger “so you really didn’t know about the whole rotten food thing?”

“i-I don’t think even Ben knows! King asshole is still in charge of the isle…stuff so hes been hiding it from Ben! Im sure if Ben knew, you all would have been eating actual food as soon as he became king”

Uma sighed and rubbed her forehead “This is just one big ol’ mess” she looked over your shoulder and yelled out to Harry “get her to the plank, im sure they’re almost here” she looked back at you for a moment.

“….you won't be going over don’t worry about it” she muttered, sighing loudly as she walked to the gangplank.

Harry walked over and untied you, looking from Uma to you “what did yeh tell ‘er?”

You didn’t answer, looking down at Harry's arms, realizing that he was much…smaller that you thought he would be.

As if he never got enough to eat, you knew if you grabbed his wrist your fingers would touch. Harry frowned as you looked at his arms, forcing you to turn around and push you towards the plank.

“jus’ walk lass” you obeyed and simply walked to the plank.

As the vks arrived, including Ben and Lonnie, Uma got excited, bouncing around and jeering at Mal.

“Finally~! Let's get this started shall we?”

A few minutes of negotiations went by, most of which you stood on the plank, Harry's hand gripping your shoulder to keep you from losing your balance.

“now why would you give me a phony wand?” huh? How did Uma-

Mals jaw dropped and she looked over to you with betrayal in her eyes “you-you told her!?!” Uma let out a cackled, grinning like the cat who caught the canary.

“nope~ you just did~” she nodded her head at Harry, who stared to guide you backward and back to the brig.

“hey- what!?”

“you didn’t go through with your half Malsy, why would I go through with mine?” Uma laughed, gesturing for her crew to advance on Mals, driving them back to the garage.

“we’ll be sending our demands later beasty boy~” Uma cooed, giving him a sharp grin as he looked to you desperately, you sighed and started to head back to your cell. Harry was just behind you, making it seem like he was forcing you back down to the brig.

Something bugged at the back of your mind….maybe you being stuck here would shed light on the isle and in the end, Uma would get what she wanted in a way without the wand or destroying Auradon in the process.

--end of part 7--

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ggukstummy · 4 years

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it’s cold where you lay

one line description: warmth seems so out of reach for namjoon.

pairing: namjoon x reader

au: non-idol au

genre: angst :(:

warning/s: death, mention of suicide (please notify me if there are more warnings I should place!)

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It’s cold where you used to lie.

Namjoon tosses and turns, gets rid of his blanket then realizes it’s even worse without it. He doesn’t bother covering himself with it again, ignoring the chilly air. How do people sleep? How do people sleep like this?

How do people sleep when you’re gone?

It’s cold, so cold. The thundering rain falls loudly outside, goosebumps litter his skin and he shut his eyes feeling creases form on his forehead from how hard he does it. He can’t sleep when his mind goes nowhere but your face, your figure, you.

And he wonders once more. Where he went wrong, what he could’ve done to make it all end nicely, realizing it’s useless but he couldn’t give up, not when it’s so cold where you used to lie.

Right beside him, in his bed.

“Will- will you be my girlfriend?”

You did not expect that coming out from your crush. Kim Namjoon, your resident high school hot smart guy, he’s cute and his dimples are adorable.

You were Namjoon’s seatmate for a whole grade, and that’s how the two of you met. You loved listening to him rambling about Science, and definitely surprised when you found out he liked the same band as you did. Admittedly, you had always been interested in him, but you never thought that the feeling was reciprocated.

He wasn’t popular or anything, but people liked him. And he had brought a bouquet of flowers for you, a classic that you appreciated. The people passing by, although very little since it was after school hours when scheduled clubs are finishing for the day, they were whistling and cheering on both of you. The floral arrangement was really attracting attention. You really had no idea how he pulled it out of nowhere.

“Um-” Blood rushing through your cheeks, you softly took the flowers from him, “I mean, if you’re okay with me. I- I liked you since we were seated together as well.”

The both of you blushed so hard that day, neither of you could ever forget.

A sniffle comes out of the poor man, heartbroken and longing. He desperately wishes for you back. The bed seems emptier and emptier, what feels like ten hours has only been two minutes.

The bed he lies on is too open, too spacious. Where was the warmth he had? Gone. Not here anymore, clearly not where she should be

Namjoon knows he has to rest if he wants to be able to make it to his job the next early morning, but maybe a sick leave is needed. He just wants to be alone.

Alone with you.

“I’m sorry Namjoon-ah,”, Jin had told him when he came earlier to the apartment you both used to share. Jin coughed, feeling the lack of care on his index finger when it ran over a dresser and it came back covered in dust, “But she’s gone. And it isn’t healthy for you to stay hung up on her when she’s not here anymore. Please, I don’t want to see you hurt.”

Namjoon understood that. Understood that more than anything.

Especially when he’s here, on the bed, cold and empty.

He shivers, trying his hardest to go back to sleep. But his thoughts feel like a storm, and he is but a sailor trying to pass the sea. Curse the waters. The more he wills himself to sleep, he was brought to another memory instead.

“Namjoon!” You squealed, hands shooting towards your neck, “That tickles!”

The book you were reading had fallen onto your lap when you decided to focus on his teasing hands instead, “Cut that out, I’m trying to read!” You swatted at him, almost daring those fingers to come back and try poke your neck. The smile on your face was bright and Namjoon would die for it.

“But you just look so beautiful, my darling.” He chuckled, rising up a bit from his position to have his big warm palms coming to cup your cheeks, kissing each of them with big smooches. “Also I just want to cuddle you.”

You placed the book onto your nightstand, sighing but understanding nonetheless. The lamp on the bedside table was then turned off, and you went under the covers to have said cuddle party with your beloved, limbs tangled contently. Namjoon was smelling your hair, kissing your face, touching and feeling you right beside him, where you belong.

His darling.

The book you were reading is still there, and he vowed to never move it. Anything, any little thing that would remind him of you will stay the way it was.

Next to it sat his phone. His fingers move to grab it without thinking and then turned it on, the bright screen glares at him but he couldn’t care less. He smoothly taps the gallery, bringing him to a picture of you and him under a tree by the Han River for a picnic. It’s an automatic action, one he has been doing for the past weeks. Just looking at your face.

Another sob comes out of his throat, the pillow is stained wet from his tears and his mind running in circles around one person. You. Again and again, he just can’t seem to tuck your form away and rest. He has too at one point, has to stop and leave you as memory, but maybe not tonight. Not now when the wound is still bleeding, so fresh and so painful.

The phone Namjoon holds he brings closer to his heart.

“...(Y/n)..”

He looks once more at the empty space beside him.

It’s cold where you used to lie.

“Say cheese!” The lovely mother had been taking her son to Han River when the both of you asked her to take a picture, and she had complied with a friendly nod and an “Okay!” before taking the phone Namjoon had handed her and snapping a few takes for you.

You thanked the woman as Namjoon takes the device back from her. Checking the photos before nodding and looking at the woman to give him his thanks as well. The boy waved at the both of you as his mother took his hand.

Satisfied with the picture, Namjoon sat back on the picnic blanket you brought, then took a good look at the inside of the basket filled with sandwiches and fruits, sodas and water bottles. He picked out a yummy looking egg sandwich, blissfully munching on it and taking a chug of water in between. You stare at him in contentment as you chew on your grape.

A giggle came out of you, and Namjoon looked in worry.

“Darling, don’t laugh while you eat.”, he scolded, “You’re going to choke.”

You wipe your mouth, before taking another napkin to wipe the side of his, “I’m just happy you like the sandwiches,” you let go of his chin after, “And this was such a sudden date too, I’m glad my last minute sandwiches taste nice.”

“Everything you make tastes nice,” He mumbled, finishing the whole sandwich before digging through his jacket pocket, “I thought I brought my UNO cards, did I forget them?”

“Oh, I thought you did,” You chuckled, hands coming to your neck to bring heat. It was oddly cold, you suppose it’s because of the clouds blocking the sun. “You want to play UNO for a while now, maybe check the your bicycle’s basket? I’ll stay and watch the food.”

“Already on it,” He nodded, “It’s a pretty long walk from the bicycle lot to here. I put your favorite curry bread in there, have some!”

“You did?” the excitement you radiate always makes it worth buying it from the bakery far from where you live. He strokes your head with his warm palm, an equally warm smile painted on his face.

“I did, enjoy it. I love you.”

“Love you too!”

He grinned to himself as he heard your small “Aha!” and the tear of the paper packaging. Walking to where you parked your bikes together, he busied himself with looking at the birds and humming a tune. The sky was cloudy and it looked like it could go either way, sunny or rain. He took note to take the raincoat out of the basket in front of your bicycle, after the last time the both of you got rained down while biking, you always had one ready.

That was a sweet memory. Namjoon’s lips pulled up to form a silly smile and recalled when the both of you cycled desperately to get out of the rain- which wouldn’t happen because it was already drizzling- and gave up to eat in a shop on the side of the street, both of you soaking and gulping the ramen served there hungrily. His insides felt giddy just thinking about it.

“I WANNA SWIM MAMA!” a shriek came from a boy who looked to be 7, maybe 8. Ah, it was the son of the woman who took the picture of the both of you. “YOU NEVER LET ME SWIM!”

“You may not, Haneul.” She chided gently, crouching to talk to him, “It’s so cold right now! Do you really think it’s a good idea? It isn’t allowed as well, and you don’t wanna break rules, do you? Now lets go back home and we can buy your favorite pudding tonight at the grocery store, okay?”

Namjoon’s thoughts instantly went to how lovely it would be if the both of you could be parents one day. He had always dreamed of being a dad, and even had impulse bought a pair of blue baby shoes. You promised someday he’ll get his wish granted, once you both graduate college and have a stable living.

It was a nice dream.

Namjoon finally arrived at his destination, locating your bikes and finding out that indeed, he had left his cards where his girlfriend told him he did. He took it out, and your raincoat was not forgotten too. The man was about to go back to you until something caught his eye, a little ladybug on the handlebar of your bike, he watched it move with great interest for a minute or two, before the first cold raindrop hit his cheek.

Looking up to the sky, it was dark. Way darker than he thought it was supposed to be when he saw the clouds before. Thoughts forgotten on the bug, he pulled the hood of his jacket up to his head and started to do a little run back to where you were.

It was only drizzling, and he didn’t know how it happened, but the light drops of water soon turned into a full blown rain with a thunder accompanying it. He was running the direction people around him were rushing to opposite, where the parking lots were. He took out his phone he pocketed and turned it on only to be faced with the camera screen, reminding him that he hadn’t exited the app yet from when you both had taken a picture, still sunny earlier.

The call he made to you after he exited the app was directed to voice mail, and his panting was clear when he calmly told you to get ready to run back to where the parking lot was so you both could find shelter in the nearby areas first.

Two minutes later - you guys picked a picnic spot too far and secluded, he supposed- Namjoon arrived at his destination. The basket was there, the picnic blanket folded and the rest of the food tucked in safely, he would know, he had picked the basket up and checked.

But where were you?

“HANEUL!”

A terrified scream had his head snap towards the direction it came from, his body following suit, and his heart dropped.

He felt cold.

Namjoon saw the mother from before, and saw her son Haneul, too.

Only the boy was in the river.

And you were too.

“HANEUL!”

Her frantic shrieks were raspy, and Namjoon ran- stumbled- towards all of you.

“(Y/N)!”

Upon being closer to the river, it was an even more terrifying sight. The waters were unfriendly, raging and angry. The currents strong and cruel, you were barely holding on to a rock, your fingers looked bloody, but your hold on Haneul was tight.

Namjoon had never did anything so rash before, but without any thought, he ran into the river, past the mother and his hand stretched out as if it could grasp you and bring you to him

“NAMJOON!” You cried, eyes struggling to open as water was flying everywhere, you felt like crying. The fingers you sacrificed to grip the rock hurt the more time passed by, and every second you spent in the cold water submerged up to your neck felt like eternity. “TAKE HIM! YOU CAN’T CARRY THE BOTH OF US BACK- TAKE HIM!” Your words were barely heard over the roaring river.

He didn’t know what to feel, looking at the child. Should he feel angry? Angry that he couldn’t leave the boy to get taken away by the currents? Angry that he couldn’t let him drown and just take you back to land in his hold, where it was at least safe? Where he could at least envelope you in his warmth?

The rain continued to thunder, and with a heavy heart he raised his hands to let you give Haneul to him.

You had transferred the boy to his care. Haneul was passed out and too cold, but Namjoon could care less. The man felt goosebumps but it didn’t come from the figure he was holding, it came from you.

Your fingertips were freezing, you were soaked to the bone, your strength rapidly seeping out the longer you fought the currents trying to drown you to the bottom of the river, your lips were purple and borderline blue and when he made eye contact with you he knew you were almost at your limit.

“(Y/n)- (Y/n) I can’t do this. I’m leaving the boy, you’re more important.”

“NAMJOON!”

You had screamed at him when he was about to let go of Haneul into the deep river.

“Please- just please take him back. I promise I’ll be fine. I’ll- I’ll wait here. You can save me once you take him back so please- please just take him back.”

Your teeth were chattering and it was hard to look into your eyes when Namjoon realized what he was about to do. The man gritted his teeth and nodded before he used all his might to go back with the extra baggage, his thighs weren’t giving up anytime soon. His grip on the boy tightened as he silently apologized about what he had intended to do just before. The agonizing struggle paid off when he finally reached dry land- as dry as it can get with all the rain.

Namjoon put the boy down, not dropping him but not exactly gentle with him either, and wasted no time turning around to dive back into the water to get to you.

But you-

It felt like slow motion.

The mother’s eyes widened in terror, another stranger had come running to the scene and was watching with alert, ready to do anything if anything rash happened, maybe he hadn’t noticed the hope drain from your eyes. Maybe all he noticed was Namjoon’s terrified stare at your self.

Your mouth moved to whisper, and he didn’t know how he heard it so clearly over all the other sounds clashing, but he did. He heard you.

“I love you-”

A crash.

The waters rose.

You were gone, and the river took you with it.

Namjoon screamed, shrieked, cursed the crying woman and the other stranger he didn’t realize had arrived who pulled him back to prevent him ending his life. He kicked and flailed around, desperate to jump back in to save you. His wails hurt his throat, but that didn’t stop him from trying to get out of the man’s hold for the next hour until the rain stopped and the police were called.

He remembered it like it was yesterday, but it had been a month. And he didn’t know what happened since then. He just remembered breaking down when they- when he found your body floating on the river. It had been sunny too, and although it framed your figure beautifully- even when dead- it was far too warm.

It was cold.

Namjoon felt cold on the day of your funeral.

A black suit, a black tie, appropriate attire.

His hair had been combed and his shoes were polished.

And he had watched your casket lower down into the deep hole prepared. He had watched your family and friends weep. And he wished he could too, but he wanted to stay strong in front of you at least.

He wanted to stay strong because he couldn’t be back when you needed to be saved.

He wasn’t fast enough, he wasn’t quick enough, he wasn’t enough.

And although he promised himself not to cry, the very thought got him bawling moments after the last guest left, the mother who had brought Haneul with her. She was crying the hardest, no doubt feeling guilty about everything. And Haneul- the boy didn’t understand what happened. He was too young, and as much as Namjoon wanted to hate him- he couldn’t. Because he was a boy who only wanted to swim.

Namjoon sat right beside the very ground you were buried, head in his arms and his cries so loud yet so quiet it blended in the graveyard. It was cold, but not the weather.

Him.

Namjoon imagines the soil surrounding you, imagines how nice it would be if he can muster up the courage so he would end up right next to you. Maybe he should try hanging himself again in the bathroom, maybe this time he wouldn’t chicken out. Jin is sleeping out in the sofa in the living room, if he could be quiet enough, it should probably work.

He contemplates the idea of being together with you again, and smiles. Maybe he should take the stool- but..

But who would remember you? Who would remember your love? Who would remember the look on your face when you just woke up, eyes cloudy and hair messy? Who would still think that’s the most beautiful sight to have ever graced this wretched world?

Only him.

So he takes his mind off the rope he hid in the kitchen cabinet, and shuts his eyes tight. The tears start to crust, and he hugs himself and the phone tighter, hoping desperately that it would warm you someway, somehow.

Because you aren’t where he can hold you anymore.

Because you are alone in the river, in earth.

Because my darling, it’s cold where you lay.

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