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perfectsunlight · 11 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥

𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝐤

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞

“can i see you tonight?” you asked hesitantly, fidgeting with the hem of your chanel sweater, one of your favorites that jennie had given you.

jennie had just returned from paris this afternoon, and you wanted to see your girlfriend. you had news to share with her, and deep down you hoped that somehow she’d see you. but you should’ve known by now.

jennie never wanted to see you.

"i'm sorry, darling," she responded coolly, her voice laced with a hint of indifference. "i have plans tonight. maybe some other time." her words stung, and you could feel your heart sink.

you couldn't help but wonder if she had intentionally planned something just to avoid spending time with you. it wasn't the first time she had brushed you off, but somehow, it still managed to hurt every single time. the doubts began to gnaw at you, making you question her true feelings for you.

but deep down, you knew you had fallen under her spell. jennie had a way of twisting situations to her advantage, effortlessly manipulating you into questioning your own worth. it seemed that the more you loved her, the more she enjoyed toying with your emotions.

as you stood there, clutching onto the sweater she had given you, you couldn't help but wonder if it held any significance to her at all. perhaps it was just another carefully crafted gesture, designed to make you feel indebted and vulnerable.

you took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. “i see.” jennie’s scoff could be heard from the other end of the phone, and you physically flinched when you heard her snap at you.

“oh don’t even start, y/n.”

jennie's tone turned sharp, her words slicing through the air like daggers. the sudden shift in her demeanor caught you off guard, leaving you momentarily speechless.

"i have my own life, you know," she continued, her voice dripping with condescension. "i can't just drop everything for you whenever you want. you're being so needy."

her words struck you like a punch to the gut. the accusations of neediness made you question your own desires and needs, as if they were somehow unjust or excessive. it was a tactic she often employed—shifting blame and deflecting any responsibility onto you.

but this time, you refused to let her manipulate your emotions. summoning your strength, you spoke with a newfound determination.

"you're right, jennie. i shouldn't have expected you to prioritize me," you said, your voice steady despite the hurt bubbling beneath the surface. "i just had something really important to tell you, and i thought you’d want to know about it."

silence lingered on the line, punctuated only by your racing heartbeat. it was a pivotal moment—an opportunity for jennie to reflect on her actions and perhaps offer a genuine explanation. but instead, her response was laced with manipulation once again.

"you're overreacting, as usual," she scoffed dismissively. "you can literally just tell me over the phone, nothing can be that important."

a mixture of frustration and disappointment swelled within you as jennie belittled your attempt to share your news. it was clear that she had no interest in giving you the support and attention you craved.

but this time, you refused to be swayed by her manipulative tactics. you took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before responding.

"no, jennie, this is something that deserves more than a phone call," you asserted, your voice unwavering. "i wanted to share it with you in person because it's important to me. it's about my dreams, my aspirations, and i hoped you would be there to cheer me on."

there was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, as if jennie was momentarily caught off guard by your firm stance. but before long, she regained her composure, her tone now laced with a subtle mockery.

"do you know how busy i am? what could be so significant that it requires an in-person meeting? stop being dramatic, i can’t drop everything for you." she scoffed, her words dripping with disdain.

her words cut deep, echoing the doubts that had been haunting you for far too long. staying in this toxic cycle would only erode your self-worth further.

you felt a surge of determination as you realized that it was time to reclaim your power and break free from jennie's toxic grip. you were tired of being manipulated and invalidated, tired of allowing her to diminish your worth.

"you know what," you declared, your voice steady despite the emotional turmoil brewing inside. "you’re right, jennie. just forget it, don’t even worry about it. forget i ever said anything."

"finally, you're being sensible," she remarked, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. "i always knew you would come to your senses. i’ve gotta go, i love you."

jennie's sudden change in demeanor caught you off guard. the mocking tone in her voice and her proclamation of love seemed out of place, almost forced. but you couldn't shake the feeling that she was manipulating you once again.

as she hurriedly said her goodbye and hung up the phone, a mix of confusion and frustration swirled within you. it was clear that she had no intention of addressing your concerns or offering any support. her "i love you" felt hollow, devoid of any genuine emotion.

you thought she’d care enough to hear your news, because in a way it did pertain to jennie, as well. after training for years, the blacklabel had decided to sign you as a soloist.

which meant that jennie’s producer was now your producer, too.

teddy knew who you were since you’d been working with him occasionally during your debut days. however, now you are officially going to be working with him.

a million thoughts raced in your mind as you sat inside teddy’s recording room. pictures of your girlfriend and her members could be seen across the room.

a part of you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and nostalgia, knowing that your relationship with jennie had come to this point. but you were determined not to let those emotions hinder your progress or cloud your professional mindset.

teddy greeted you warmly, his presence exuding a sense of professionalism and experience. you shared a brief exchange, acknowledging your previous encounters during your debut days.

it was a bittersweet reminder of the connection you once had with jennie and the hopes you had harbored for a shared musical journey.

but as the recording session commenced, you focused on the present moment, dedicating your energy to your own growth as a solo artist. teddy's guidance and expertise became invaluable as he helped shape your sound and bring your artistic vision to life.

as the days turned into weeks, you built a working relationship with teddy based on mutual respect and a shared passion for music. he recognized your talent and dedication, investing his time and energy into nurturing your potential as a solo artist.

while the presence of jennie's images in the recording room served as a constant reminder of the past, you chose to view it as a testament to the experiences that had shaped you. it was a reminder of the strength you had gained, the lessons you had learned, and the determination that propelled you forward.

with each recording session, you felt a sense of liberation, knowing that your music was an expression of your individuality and creativity. through hard work and collaboration, you began to carve out your own unique sound and identity.

however, teddy wasn’t blind. he could tell from the words you were writing and singing about that this person was someone he knew all too well.

teddy's keen observation skills didn't go unnoticed. he could sense that the emotions and experiences you poured into your music were deeply personal and connected to your relationship with jennie. the lyrics spoke volumes, subtly alluding to the struggles and pain you had endured.

in one of the recording sessions, teddy approached you, a thoughtful expression on his face. he spoke with a gentle sincerity that contrasted sharply with jennie's manipulation.

"i can't help but notice the depth and authenticity in your music," teddy said, his voice filled with genuine concern. "it's clear that these lyrics hold a significant meaning for you. if you ever need someone to talk to or share your story with, know that i'm here to listen."

his words touched a tender place within you, providing a much-needed reassurance that there were people who genuinely cared about your journey. it was a stark contrast to the emotional rollercoaster you had experienced with jennie.

over time, you began to open up to teddy, sharing the challenges you faced and the impact your relationship had on your artistry. he listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and understanding. his presence became a source of strength and guidance, almost like a father you wished you had growing up.

as you continued to work with teddy, he became not only your producer but also a mentor and confidant. he recognized the importance of your personal growth and helped you navigate the complexities of your emotions, providing valuable insight and support.

“does she know about the song yet?” he asked as you were wrapping up one evening. a small scoff escaped your lips. “no. we don’t talk enough for that.”

the man nodded slowly, fully aware of the situation you were in because of one of his other artists. he loved you and jennie both, but he knew this was something that you shouldn’t probably tell her about.

“don’t tell her.” he said slowly. “let her find out about it on her own.”

your label had dropped the news that you had signed with them the following day. and needless to say your girlfriend was livid because you took his advice.

you hadn’t told her the news yourself. she found out through the media, along with the rest of the world.

“why didn’t you tell me y/n?” jennie asked firmly over the phone. you rolled your eyes at your girlfriend’s tone. it was 7:30 in the morning and she was already starting to get riled up.

“yeah and when would i get the chance to? you never talk to me anyway.” you said casually, moving your head to the side so the makeup artists could work.

your relationship with jennie was always toxic since her debut. she was controlling, and usually you’d fold, but since working with teddy, you’ve become more abrasive.

it was time jennie got a taste of her own medicine. and that was exactly what you planned on doing.

“you’re being ridiculous. stop talking back.” she snapped at you over the line. “you know better than to talk like that with me.”

“look jen, i’ve gotta go.” you scoffed before hanging up. with the motion of your hand, you silently told the artists to continue their work.

a small smirk appeared on your lips. this felt good. defying jennie even more felt like some sort of challenge now.

the next day teasers for your upcoming single dropped, and jennie threw her phone against the wall when she called you 50 times and you didn’t answer.

because the title of your song was “the devil wears chanel.”

as the teasers for your upcoming single spread like wildfire, you couldn’t help but relish in the irony of the situation. the title seemed to strike a nerve with jennie, amplifying her frustration and anger to the point of fury.

amidst the chaos of her incessant phone calls, you watched as jennie’s name flashed on your screen for the umpteenth time. with a smirk, you declined the call, allowing her frustrations to simmer.

you knew the title of the song would hit close to home for jennie. it was a subtle yet deliberate jab, a reflection of the power dynamics you had experienced in your relationship. the message behind the song resonated deeply, not only with you but also with those who understood the symbolism.

as the release date approached, anticipation filled the air. the song became a hot topic of discussion, with fans and media outlets speculating about its meaning and connection to your personal life.

"no, i’m not changing it," you replied firmly, your voice filled with determination. "you can’t tell me what to do with my music.”

there was a stunned silence on the other end of the line, broken only by the sound of jennie's sharp intake of breath.

"how dare you speak to me like that?" she hissed, her voice seething with anger. "you can’t just paint me as the villain in this."

"and how would people know its about you, jennie?" you snapped, your voice steady. "no one even knows we’re together!"

"i know exactly what you're doing," jennie retorted, her voice dripping with venom. "i won't let you tarnish my image."

you couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and disbelief at her response. it was as if she was projecting her own manipulative tactics onto you, deflecting any responsibility for her actions.

"this is about my own experiences and emotions," you asserted, trying to maintain your composure. "it's not about painting you as anything. but if the shoe fits, jennie."

jennie interrupted you with an icy laugh. "you've changed, haven't you? working with teddy must have given you some delusions of grandeur. just remember your place."

her threat hung in the air, a reminder of the toxic power dynamic that had consumed your relationship. but you refused to let her words intimidate you any longer.

"don’t call me anymore, jennie.” you said firmly. you were no longer the person who would fold under jennie's control.

when the single finally dropped, the response was overwhelming.

“the devil wears chanel” became a sensation, capturing the attention of fans and the media alike. it showcased your growth as an artist, both musically and personally.

some clever fans even started drawing parallels between you and jennie, despite the fact that the two of you had never interacted publically. it was interesting how they could put two and two together without you saying a word.

while jennie’s public reaction remained unseen, her silence spoke volumes. the power dynamics had shifted, and you were no longer the one under her control.

it was a liberating feeling, knowing that you had reclaimed your voice and were now using it to express your truth.

you knew that jennie would eventually hear the song, and you couldn't help but wonder how she would react. the lyrics spoke of liberation, reclaiming your power, and breaking free from toxic relationships. it was an anthem of empowerment, a reflection of your journey towards self-discovery and self-love.

the day of the song's release arrived, and the response was overwhelming. fans praised the talent in your vocals and the relatability of the lyrics. critics hailed it as a bold statement of artistic independence and personal growth.

but it was jennie's reaction that held the most weight for you. despite your toxic relationship, you still felt the attachment towards her. jennie’s approval still weighed heavily on your mind, even though you hadn’t spoken in days.

days turned into weeks, and yet, no word from jennie. it seemed as though she was keeping her distance, perhaps processing her own emotions in private. you were thankful for it because it gave you time to process your own.

then, one evening, as you were preparing for an interview, your phone buzzed with a text notification. it was from your manager.

from: manager

chanel wants you to come to their next show

your head started spinning. jennie was chanel’s ambassador. she was definitely going to be there.

as if on queue, jennie started calling you. needless to say, she was not happy.

“you’re not going.” the idol hissed over the phone, gripping the device in a vice like grip. “i swear to god if i see you there.”

you took a deep breath, steadying yourself against the surge of emotions that washed over you. jennie's anger was palpable, and you knew that attending the show would only add fuel to the fire. but you also recognized that it was an opportunity for both closure and growth.

"i told you to stop calling me," you replied, your voice resolute. "but regardless, no. i’m going."

there was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line, broken only by jennie's heavy breathing. it seemed as though she was contemplating her response.

"don't you dare show up there," she seethed, her voice laced with warning. "i don’t want to see you there."

as her threat hung in the air, you realized that attending the show would indeed test the boundaries of your newfound strength and resilience.

but you also knew that succumbing to jennie's control would only perpetuate the toxic power dynamic that had defined your relationship.

"i'm sorry you feel that way, jennie," you replied firmly, your voice filled with determination. "but i don’t care about what you want."

with that, you ended the call, not allowing her manipulative tactics to sway you.

as the day of the show approached, you prepared yourself mentally and emotionally. you had only ever defied jennie over the phone and over texts. doing this was an in-person thing.

walking into the venue, you felt a mix of nerves and excitement. the air was charged with anticipation, and you couldn't help but wonder how the encounter with jennie would unfold.

the moment arrived when you found yourself in the same space as jennie, both of you caught in the midst of the dazzling fashion world. the room was filled with industry insiders, photographers, and fans, all eager to witness the unfolding spectacle.

you caught a glimpse of jennie from a distance, her gaze briefly meeting yours before she averted her eyes. it was clear that tension still lingered between you, and the wounds from your past relationship had yet to fully heal.

but as the show began, you focused your attention on the runway, the stunning designs capturing your imagination. the exquisite creations of chanel took center stage, and you couldn't help but let it take your mind off of the human chanel herself.

however, from the shadows you could feel jennie’s burning gaze into the side of your head.

you could sense jennie's presence, her silent scrutiny intensifying with every passing moment. it felt as if her gaze was a physical weight, attempting to unsettle your composure. but you refused to let her presence deter you from enjoying the show and embracing the opportunity for growth and closure.

throughout the event, you remained focused on the stunning creations parading down the runway. the artistry and craftsmanship of the fashion pieces were awe-inspiring, captivating both the audience and yourself. it was a moment of pure appreciation for the art that transcended any personal tensions.

as the show reached its climax, your attention momentarily shifted from the runway to the corner of the room where jennie stood. her eyes met yours, an unspoken challenge passing between you. it was a test of wills, a reflection of the power dynamics that had defined your relationship.

you held her gaze steadily, refusing to back down. the weight of the past and the complexity of your emotions hung in the air, and in that moment, you saw a flicker of something in jennie's eyes—but maybe you were seeing things.

because you had never seen a look like that from jennie kim since before she debuted. it almost looked like regret.

with the final walk of the models and the resounding applause of the crowd, the show came to an end. as the audience began to disperse, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the pending confrontation with your manipulative lover.

jennie approached, her steps hesitant yet determined. the air crackled with a mix of tension, vulnerability, and the possibility of resolution.

“y/n.”

the devil herself, dressed in signature chanel locked eyes with you. at first you wanted to run as far as possible, but then you saw who she was with.

it was the person in charge of global affairs for chanel.

you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease. their presence together seemed calculated, as if it was all part of jennie's plan to keep you entangled in her web.

the woman in charge approached you, a polite smile on their face. "y/n, i've heard so much about your talent and artistic vision. we have a proposal for you."

you glanced between jennie and the chanel representative, sensing the underlying dynamics at play. taking a moment to collect yourself, you responded cautiously, "i'm listening."

the representative continued, their voice filled with enthusiasm. "we've been considering a collaboration between you and jennie. it would be a powerful statement of two incredible talents coming together, representing the strength and resilience of women in the industry. chanel believes in the power of unity and collaboration."

the proposal caught you off guard. it seemed like an opportunity for growth and artistic exploration, but deep down, you couldn't shake the feeling that jennie had orchestrated this to keep you within her reach.

you glanced at jennie, searching for any sign of confirmation or validation. her expression was unreadable, her eyes giving nothing away. it was as if she held all the cards, waiting to see how you would respond.

taking a deep breath, you mustered the strength to assert yourself. "i appreciate the offer, but i need some time to think about it. this collaboration would require careful consideration, especially given our history."

the representative nodded, understanding the weight of your decision. "we believe in your talent, y/n, and we're open to exploring what this collaboration could mean for both of you. which is why we already asked your management ahead of time, and they approved it for you."

the revelation that your management had already approved the collaboration caught you by surprise. it seemed as though jennie had been working behind the scenes, manipulating the situation to her advantage.

the feeling of being trapped in her web intensified. you had already fallen into her trap.

you glanced at jennie, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and anticipation. it became evident that this was all part of her plan, a calculated move to keep you entangled in her control.

collaborating with jennie would be a double-edged sword, reigniting old wounds and further entangling you in her manipulations. and there was nothing you could do about it.

because the devil wore chanel. and you were trapped in this vicious dance of power and manipulation, unable to break free from its suffocating grip.

“i see.” you said softly, eyes glancing between the woman and the devil herself.

jennie's triumphant smile widened, her victory becoming more apparent. she had succeeded in ensnaring you once again, using chanel as a means to exert her influence and maintain her hold over you.

the chanel representative stepped closer, oblivious to the underlying tension. "we believe this collaboration has the potential to be groundbreaking."

you felt a surge of helplessness wash over you. the weight of the situation pressed upon your shoulders, and you realized that the path ahead was fraught with uncertainty and further entanglement.

in that moment, you made a decision. a decision to play the role that jennie had assigned you, to dance to her tune once more. it seemed that breaking free from her grip was an impossibility.

with a heavy heart, you nodded and forced a smile. "i'm honored to have this opportunity. let's make it happen."

jennie's smile widened further, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. she had won, and you were trapped in her carefully constructed web.

as you walked away with the chanel representative, you couldn't shake the sinking feeling that this collaboration would only deepen the scars that jennie had inflicted upon your soul.

the devil had prevailed, and you were left with no choice but to succumb to her manipulations once again.

you still loved jennie kim, even if she was the most vile person you had ever met.

the weight of your decision settled heavily upon you as you continued down the path jennie had paved. every step felt like a concession, a surrender to the toxic cycle that had ensnared you.

days turned into weeks, and the collaboration between you and jennie took shape. on the surface, it appeared to be a harmonious partnership, a merging of two talents. chanel praised the collaboration, oblivious to the underlying power dynamics and manipulation at play.

behind closed doors, however, the wounds from your past relationship resurfaced. jennie's control and manipulations were still ever-present, woven seamlessly into your interactions. her subtle remarks, her veiled jabs—it was as if she reveled in keeping you on edge.

you found solace in your art, pouring your emotions into the music and lyrics. it became an outlet, a way to express the complexities of your entangled relationship with jennie. but even in your creative endeavors, she maintained an iron grip.

“you’re not going to put an album out, y/n.” jennie whispered against the shell of your ear. you bit your lower lip in an attempt to fight off the goosebumps forming on your neck.

she always did this. jennie always tried to get whatever she wanted from you with just a few deep kisses.

and as unfortunate as it was, you always gave in to her.

“jennie.” you whispered, trying to hide the way your heart was pounding in your chest from her close proximity. “stop it.”

jennie's lips curled into a sly smile, her warm breath grazing your skin. "you know you can't resist me," she purred, her voice laced with seduction. "be a good girl for me, yeah?"

your mind waged a battle between desire and self-preservation. every fiber of your being yearned to break free from her grasp, to reclaim your independence and pursue your own artistic endeavors. but the magnetic pull she held over you was undeniable, a toxic blend of passion and manipulation that left you powerless.

her fingers traced delicate patterns along your arm, her touch igniting a familiar fire within you. it was a dangerous dance, one that both exhilarated and terrified you. you could also see the copious amounts of concealer lining her collarbone, proof that there were marks underneath that definitely were not yours.

but still, you once again made a choice to surrender, to give in to the intoxicating allure of jennie's power. as much as you wanted to resist, to find the strength to break free, you couldn't deny the twisted love you still held for her.

as jennie's lips met yours, engulfing you in a whirlwind of passion and control, a part of you mourned the loss of your own agency. but another part of you reveled in the forbidden thrill, the undeniable chemistry that ignited between you.

you knew deep down that this wasn't healthy, that you deserved better than a love that demanded your sacrifice. yet, for now, you allowed yourself to be consumed by the heat of the moment, the fervor of a love that was as destructive as it was intoxicating.

you succumbed to the devil's embrace, knowing that the road to freedom was one you would not be taking anytime soon.

as the collaboration reached its peak, you couldn't deny the impact it had on your mental and emotional well-being. the scars deepened, the suffocating grip of jennie's control tightening with each passing day.

it seemed as though there was no escape from her influence, no path to reclaim your independence.

the world saw the glamorous facade—the successful collaboration between two renowned artists. but beneath the surface, your soul yearned for liberation. the devil wore chanel, and you were imprisoned in her web.

one evening, you got an email from chanel sending you their best wishes. confusion laced your features as you felt a sinking feeling within your soul. something wasn’t right.

“what the hell?” you muttered as you slowly sat up and read your phone screen over and over again. then you saw the headlines in your news notifications.

chanel collaboration with jennie kim and y/n l/n to be taken over by jennie herself

you immediately called jennie, and you feared she wouldn’t answer. but she did.

“jen what is going on?” the tone you spoke with was unmistakable. it was pure fear. “what did you do?”

"oh, darling.” jennie's low chuckle echoed through the phone, a chilling sound that sent shivers down your spine. “i just told them you weren’t doing well mentally, and that i would be so kind enough to take over entirely.”

your heart sank, realization crashing over you like a tidal wave. it had all been a carefully orchestrated trap, and you had fallen right into it.

the collaboration, the manipulation, the entanglement—it had all served jennie's ultimate goal of complete control.

a teary scoff fell from your lips. “so you used me? you never cared did you? about me or my feelings.”

"i never used you, y/n," jennie sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "you just can’t play my game and expect to beat me, baby.”

anger mingled with the fear within you, fueling a fire of determination. "you won't get away with this, jennie," you gritted through clenched teeth. "you can’t do this.”

jennie's laughter grew louder, a twisted symphony of satisfaction. "oh, my dear y/n. there is no escape from me. you are mine, and you always will be."

the weight of her words crashed upon you, and crushed your spirit. there was no longer a will to fight back and reclaim your autonomy to rebuild the shattered pieces of your life.

as you hung up the phone, tears fell from your eyes. you curled into a ball on the floor, clutching the same sweater jennie gifted you all those years ago.

it served as a painful reminder of the deception and control that had consumed your life. you didn’t know how much time had passed, but when you glanced at your phone finally you saw a text from jennie.

from: the devil.

i’ll send you the rest of the collaboration pieces just bc i love you <3

the text message from jennie only intensified the torment you felt. it was a cruel reminder of her power and her ability to manipulate your emotions. as you read the message, a mix of anger and despair coursed through your veins.

how could she claim to love you while reveling in your pain?

but none of that mattered, and it seems like none of it ever did. not to jennie, at least.

and even though you loved jennie kim, love was not enough. but as cruel as it was, at least you had love. even if it was wrong and manipulative. even if it made no sense at all and left you crying in your room alone.

and even if it was twisted, toxic, and came in packages of chanel, you would still be hopelessly in love with your million dollar woman. forever.

a/n: if you are w someone like this pLEASE LEAVE THEM-

also thank you for 1.4k <333

#jennie kim #kpop #blackpink #blackpink x reader #jennie kim x reader #the devil wears chanel #kpop angst #perfectsunlight

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xxstar-girl · 2 months

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SPIDER-VERSE

lee minho x spider-woman!reader

✩ SYNOPSIS: han y/n is a college student and quiet girl, she also has a secret identity, spider-woman. her best friends don’t even know that she’s the one saving people and putting away villains.

✩ PAIRING: lee minho x female!reader

✩ WARNING: character death, suggestive themes, violence, profanity, alcohol use, mentions of parents death

✩ GENRE: spider-man au, friends to lovers, miscommunication, crack, fluff, angst, fake texts, written

✩ TAGLIST: open!!!

[friends][villains]

01: call to duty

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jigujellee · 1 year

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EMERGENCY CONTACT -> you’re only supposed to call when you want each other, but what happens when she calls you because she needs you? (part 1: lead the way)

jennie x reader smut, fluff, angst - a triple threat >:) word count: 2.7k warnings: swearing, slight stalking moment

a/n: helloooo! happy new year again to everyone :D i know some of you have been waiting for this to drop, so i hope you enjoy it! as usual, it's not proofread so i'm sorry for any mistakes you may come across while reading. i'm also sorry if this is rusty, i've had writer's block for so long and it's only starting to get a little bit better,, but anw i love you all and remember to take care of yourselves!

the sound of wet kisses and quiet whimpers are the only things heard within the walls of jennie’s bedroom.

“fuck y/n, just like that” jennie moans as her hands get tangled in your hair, trying to push you even closer to her dripping wet core. you lap your tongue along the length of her slit causing the raven haired girl to arch her back.

“oh god! i’m so close baby, please don’t stop”

after reaching her orgasm and allowing her to return the favour, the two of you lay together in her bed trying to catch your breaths before jennie starts to giggle.

“what’s so funny miss kim?”

“nothing, it’s just that i’ll always be amazed by the way you fuck me y/n”

you turn over to face her and pull her closer to you, smiling as you two fall asleep together.

you don’t recall explicitly stating the terms and conditions of your “relationship”, for lack of a better word. after the first night you and jennie hooked up, she began calling you up in the late hours of the night saying she needed to “destress from work”, obviously meaning she needed the stress fucked out of her. you eventually started to do the same once midterm season was slowly approaching, and that’s how this whole thing started really. to an outsider, this was a simple friends with benefits situation but you didn’t really call like calling it that. to be quite honest, you didn’t know what to call this; you’re just satisfied with it.

but you felt a change and you didn’t like where it was going.

the last few times you’ve slept with jennie went as they usually do - you two meet up, have dinner, take a stroll somewhere and then eagerly rush to one of your places to have sex. then in the morning, whoever wakes up first makes breakfast (you’ve been to each other’s places enough times to know where everything is) and then one of you leaves until the cycle continues again. it was almost a routine at this point, so you start to question when you notice jennie trying to break it.

your suspicions started when you woke up to her staring at you. not so much in a creepy manner, but more so like she was adoring you as you slept. when your eyes open and they meet hers, a smile slowly grows as her somewhat hoarse voice (from all the screaming yk) manages to let out a soft “good morning.” you look into her eyes momentarily, noticing a glint of something that wasn’t there before but you ignore it. “morning,” you say as you get up and make way for the bathroom, not looking back to notice a sulking jennie.

then you noticed how she snuggles into your neck and places a soft kiss just below your jawline, whispering a “thank you” before drifting off to sleep. jennie has only recently been thanking you for having sex with her, and with you being the slight overthinker that you are, you believe that her “thank you” may have a slightly different meaning; something that she knows she doesn't want to admit yet.

today, you noticed how she begged to stay even after breakfast.

“what’s the rush? i don’t have work today and you don’t have classes”

“come on, we always do this jen, you know time’s up after breakfast”

“well, i wanna change it up today. why don’t we go do something fun?”

“like?”

“take me on a date,” she casually says, causing you to nearly choke on your almost finished coffee.

“a date? why?”

“it’s just a way for us to bond”

“is bonding in bed not enough?”

“oh come on y/n, it’s just a fun little date”

you sigh in defeat, watching as your opponent hops off the couch in glee to get dressed, but not before planting a kiss on your cheek.

“thank you,” she says, almost lovingly. you say nothing in return and just proceed to your room to get ready for this “date.”

“how much longer?” you yell from outside the dressing room. unfortunately for you, the term “date” to jennie just meant going shopping with her.

“someone’s eager to see me,” the girl smirks as she pulls the curtain back to reveal her in a simple yet elegant black dress.

“help me zip up please?” jennie’s back is towards you and you can’t help but stare hungrily at the bare skin. as you grab the zipper, you slowly pull it up to close the dress but your intrusive thoughts came over you and you begin leaving soft kisses on her back before you could zip it up completely. jennie sighs at the feeling of your lips on her skin. as you move up closer to her neck, you feel her arm wrap around the back of your neck. nibbling softly on the lobe of her ear, you whisper, “why don’t i just unzip this dress and take you right here, right now?” but as much as she wanted it, jennie stops your movements and turns to face you.

“i want a day without sex, y/n”

“huh? why, did you get your period or something?”

“no, i just want to enjoy this day without having to end it with sex like we always do”

your suspicions began to rise again. though you meet up with her every so often for your little fuck buddy system, you two rarely saw each other outside of that simply because of school and work. so for her to be asking for a day to just be with you without the sex makes you wonder why? and for what reason?

still, you decide to go along with it and see where it takes you. you leave the store without the black dress and start walking around the mall by jennie’s side. your left hand was in your pant pocket while you let your right hand swing in the air. when you feel jennie brush her hand against yours, you don’t move your hand for a moment to see if she tries to hold it. and you were right; she slowly tries to interlock your hands together, but you move your hand away and offer to carry her bags instead. this continued for the rest of your time at the mall together, her movements varying from trying to hold your hand or link arms with you, or even trying to snuggle up against you when you bumped into a classmate of yours. anything she tried to initiate, you would shut it down immediately.

on the way to your car, it was silent. you felt something brewing in the air and it didn’t feel good. so as you drive her home, you attempt to lighten the mood.

“damn miss kim, you have so many bags in the back, i can barely see in my rear view mirror”

dead silence.

“i honestly thought you were gonna buy the whole mall back there,” you quickly glance at her to find her staring out the window.

“alright, what’s wrong jennie? why the silent treatment?”

“is sex the only thing you want from me?” she asked, annoyed but her gaze never leaves the window.

“what are you talking about?”

“i know you know. i’m not stupid and neither are you. but is this really all you want out of this? out of us?”

“what ‘us’ are you talking about jen? this is just those things where we casually fuck”

“oh, so it really is just that. i’m just someone you call when you’re horny, that’s it”

“don’t act like you didn't start it!” you raise your voice slightly.

“that’s what it was before i fell in love with you! did you really think that we could pull this off without one of us catching feelings?”

“you seemed like the type, so yes i did”

“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

you pull into the driveway of jennie’s house and shut the engine off. you unbuckle your seatbelt and try to leave the car to go help with her bags, but jennie grabs you by the arm to keep you in your seat.

“i’m gonna ask you again y/n, is sex the only thing you want from me?”

you look at her in the eyes and you watch the tears form in them. this setup was dangerous from the start, but you really tried to keep things casual with her.

“yes. this was supposed to be just sex, and you fucked it up for us”

before you could even say anything else, she unbuckles her own seatbelt and gets out of your car without forgetting to slam the door. she grabs her bags from the trunk and also closes it with a slam. you didn’t even bother to help because you knew she’d reject it, and there was nothing you could do but watch as she angrily marches toward the entrance of her house that you used to be welcome in, until now.

the internet says it takes roughly 21 days to break a habit. for some people, it could be more and for some, it could be less. but for you and jennie, the routine you two shared managed to be broken in just one second with one sentence.

it’s 3:14am, you can’t sleep and you know you’ll wake up with dark circles under your eyes. still, you lay in bed and stare blankly at the ceiling as you wonder what the fuck was wrong with you.

thinking back to when you two first hooked up, there were no rules or terms and conditions to your situation with jennie. nothing was put in place, no one said that you couldn’t fall in love with each other, so why did you penalize her for it? you had no clue. maybe you were just a natural asshole. or were you just scared?

you can’t deny the fact that there were times you entertained the idea of being in a relationship with jennie. but yes, it did scare you - jennie is a well-known model and has an image to uphold, so what would the public think if they found out you, a broke college student, would be dating her? you’ve imagined the kind of comments you’d get from netizens and you wondered what kind of questions paparazzi would throw towards jennie: “jennie! is it true? are you dating an average college student?” “is it because you feel bad?” “do you pity the girl?” “does she want you for the money?”

it haunts you. you couldn’t bear the thought of being the reason jennie’s image gets ruined.

to try and soothe your brain, you pick up your phone to play some lofi music in hopes to fall asleep. your thumb hovers over a song before seeing a name flash on the top of the screen.

miss kim <3 is calling

you let it ring a couple of times before answering,

“jennie?”

“y/n, hi i’m so sorry but um,” her voice is shaky, as if she was about to cry or if she was scared. you didn’t like either of those options.

“y/n i think i’m being followed. can you please come get me?”

“send your location, i’ll be there as soon as i can”

seeing that she was only a 10 minute walk away, you sprint to where she is and you find her standing in front of a light post in the park. as you approach her, you notice a figure standing near a bench, and a light suddenly illuminates from what looks like his phone; it seems as if he was checking it as if he wasn’t following jennie just now. he definitely noticed your presence but he waits to see if you’d leave her alone.

you whisper to jennie, “are you alright? did he hurt you?”

“i’m okay, he didn’t touch me. but if you didn’t come, i don’t know what he could’ve done. is he still there?”

your eyes glance up and you see the man still standing in the same spot, still looking at his phone.

“yeah, but i have an idea. i just hope it’ll work”

you wait for a moment and you watch his eyes come up from his phone, glances at you and jennie, and then turns to look in the opposite direction. you take this chance to quickly hide into a bush behind you, and you slowly crawl towards the man near the bench. when you’re close enough, you rustle the bushes to get his attention and you watch him get startled by the sudden movement. to add on, you start barking and growling like a dog which made you feel stupid, but it was convincing enough to make him run the opposite way from jennie.

she walks towards you, or the bush rather, and calls for you - “he’s gone now, you can come out now little guy”

“little guy my ass," you say as you dust yourself off of any dirt. "but i honestly didn’t think that would work. do you really think it was convincing?”

“yup, you were a real bitch back there y/n”

“touché”

jennie giggles, “but really, thank you. i’m sorry you were the one i called, i just didn’t know who else would come at this time and you’re the first person in my emergency contacts.”

you say nothing. you simply stare at her, admiring her features that make her who she is. you’re glad you’re her emergency contact. not her manager, not her friends, not even her family; it’s you.

you reach out your hand, "why don't you stay the night? and you can stay as long as you need to”

jennie sits at the dinner table, watching as you prepare breakfast for the two of you. you insisted she just sit back and relax after what happened last night.

“i’m fine y/n, i could’ve helped you cook”

“it’s alright, you must be tired and hungry”

you place down her plate that was filled with two pancakes, two sunny side up eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit on the side. you set yours down and take a seat, excited to dig in after hearing your stomach growl.

it’s silent for the most part. you don’t want to bring up last night’s events, and you figured jennie must’ve wanted some peace and quiet.

“so y/n..”

well, so much for peace and quiet. you looked up at her in response.

“can we talk? about us?”

“actually yes, we should”

jennie clenches her knife and fork, bracing herself for the worst that could happen.

“jen, i gotta be honest with you. i was just scared of falling in love with you. you know, you have this image you need to maintain and i just didn’t want to be the reason it gets tarnished. i refused to fall in love because i didn’t want any of us to get hurt in the long run”

she says nothing and just pokes at a blueberry, rolling it around the plate.

“however,” you pause slightly for dramatic effect.

“i realized that it was stupid of me to stop myself from falling. and it was also stupid of me to pretend that you weren’t falling. and i realized that i really love the idea of being your emergency contact”

jennie still says quiet, but now she manages to look at you with hope in her eyes.

“basically what i’m saying is that i want to give us a try. not just for the sex, not just this whole thing we got going on, i want the real deal with you. i know for a fact i won’t be perfect, we definitely won't be perfect. but for you i’m willing to try. because it’s you jen; i choose you.”

a gummy smile makes its way on jennie’s face, the events of the night long forgotten. at last, she feels seen and loved by you, the only person she’s ever wanted to feel loved by and the only person she’s willing to risk her image for.

“alright ash ketchum, let me help you with the dishes”

“damn, way to ruin a moment miss kim” you joke, as you follow your soon-to-be girlfriend to the sink.

#girl group imagines #girl group scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #blackpink #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink smut #blackpink angst #blackpink fluff #jennie kim #jennie x reader #jennie fluff #jennie smut #jennie angst #fem reader

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envyaina · 11 months

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i love you. || j.jk x reader

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summary: you and jungkook are in a extremely toxic relationship. he believes you will never get out of it and you only need him in your life.

pairing : nonidol!jungkook x fem!reader

genre : smau, helllllaa angst, fluff, comedy, smut??? (not sure yet)

warnings: lotsss of swearing, verbal abuse, mentions of suicide, mentions of death, alcohol (please lmk if there’s anything else major i need to add)

people involved : jennie (blackpink) , exo , yuta , jaehyun & johnny (nct) , yunjin (le sserafim), yuqi (g-idle), karina & giselle (aespa) (characters will soon be introduced but these are kind of the main??)

a/n : hiii ! this is my first fic ever so please bare with me!!! i don’t really know what i’m doing as i’m coming from wattpad but hopefully i figure this out soon! this will have written parts and also things for social media!

tag list : not open yet

playlist (updated regularly) : 0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You) - TOMORROW X TOGETHER || All for Us - Labrinth & Zendaya || I Fall Apart - Post Malone || Mirrors - Justin Timberlake || House of Cards - BTS ||

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chapter one (written + texts)

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven (written)

chapter eight

chapter nine

chapter ten

chapter eleven

chapter twelve

chapter thirteen

chapter fourteen (written)

chapter fifteen

chapter sixteen

chapter seventeen

chapter eighteen (so sorry for the break)

chapter nineteen (written)

#bts #exo #le sserafim #kpop #nct 127 #jungkook #jungkook x reader #toxic love #jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #aespa #jungkook angst #jungkook au #blackpink #kim jennie

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doiefics · 1 year

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he could never

pairing: jennie x gn!reader

prologue: jennie is set to marry a suitable boy but she thinks it's never too late to run away

genre: royalty!au + angst

wordcount: 723

warnings: none

"You have to marry well." The words found their way out of your mouth for the nth time again, it was almost as if a toy has been winded up with a key.

Regardless, they could never convey what was buried inside your stupid organ, the heart.

Perhaps sometimes, things were better off in this manner.

"Why do you keep on telling me the same thing over and over again?" She voiced, never sounding irriated.

Everything she ever said to you lingered in your memory like a cherry mist.

"Because that is exactly what is going to happen!" You tossed her black pleated hair to her front, resting your arms on her shoulder as she faced the exuberant mirror.

She possessed what everyone desired. Expensive metal, imported perfumes, dresses in every colour of the rainbow, none of those could ever overpower her, for she was the most beautiful soul you had ever come across, and you were sure as hell you would never again.

"How do I look?" She asked, her gentle gaze fixed at the mirror's reflection.

"Beautiful, as always."

"More than beautiful to get his attention." You said as you pointed out the window.

Your speech was uninspired. At this point, you would not dare look her in the eyes.

She observed the boy as she tilted her head toward the window side.

There he stood with the untamed cocoa hair, dressed in linen slacks, added a black waistcoat, and a white puffed-sleeve button-down shirt. He was the son of one of her father's faithful lords, wealthy enough to satisfy her every wish at the blink of an eye.

This was the boy Jennie would marry.

You finally got the chance to look in the direction of the mirror while her arid eyes were still concentrated on the male.

Her appearance was mystical, the deeper you knew it, the more you craved for. A subtle smile that never parted ways with her rosy lips, similar to the natural blush of her cheeks. Her eyes, black, hypnotising, yet deep like the ocean.

In a flash of a moment, she looked at the shiny surface again, two eyes glanced for a moment but you were quick to avert.

Again, you could not dare meet them with hers, the fact that she was a princess was still the last reason though.

"He could never take your place." She moved as she proceeded to stand and you naturally bent down to fix her gown.

"No doubt. He wouldn't ever put on makeup or style your hair." You replied, grinning.

"You know very well what I mean is not that." She went on, hinting.

"I'm not sure what you're getting at." Your response was stern, willinglessly.

Jennie grabbed you by the arm to bring you to her level, her touch was hasty but never harsh.

"This is wrong." You worded.

"Why?" She questioned.

And you had no answer to her ask.

Your heart seemed to be the only organ present when you raised your head to meet hers as if you were trying to catch a butterfly before it flew away with her seductive lips serving as the other half of a broken magnet.

You kissed her. And she kissed you back.

With just one kiss from those lips, all of the uneasiness melted like honey in the royal kitchens.

The scorching yearning was like a flame, but it felt gentle like a cloud cushion.

You pulled back, tucking the little side fringes of her hair behind her ear, oh ever so delicately!

"He could never." Your eyes beamed with joy.

Jennie returned to your lips, this time shorter, as she kissed you through your smile.

"Let's run away." She whispered next to your ear.

"What? How? This- this doesn't suit a princess." You protested.

"Don't tell me it's wrong this time again or I will.." She was stern but not serious.

"Or else, you will?" You teased further.

"Oh, lord! I can't even be mad at you!" She gave herself away in the laughter, putting her arms around your neck. You hugged her back.

"What about him?" You murmured through her embrace.

"Let's see." She turned to take a closer look.

"He could possibly marry one of his lovely horses or his father's wealth." She chuckled.

This was the Jennie who was yours, only yours.

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ninigummysmile · 5 months

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꧁ 𝑊𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒 - 𝑁𝑢𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 3 ꧂

Dark!Jennie x GN!Reader

Important: English is not my first language so, please, forgive me if there are any mistakes

Words: 521

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You can't tell when exactly small arguments turned into big fights. Maybe it started with her wanting to control you. You didn't care when she asked to look at your cell phone or when she asked you not to always be so nice to any girl who came close to you. But it got to a point where she asked you to stay away from certain friends or that such clothes weren't cool to go to a party.

You've been in a toxic relationship before and you've opened up about it to her. You didn't imagine that after leaving a traumatic relationship you would end up in another. You told her your fears, you trusted her with your insecurities and now it seems like she uses all of this against you, to control you, to make it seem like you are crazy and weak.

You fight back, you've already explained countless times that you would never do anything, you would never cheat on her. You're already tired, but something always pulls you back to her.

After a lot of thinking, a lot of crying, a lot of shouting and fighting, you've decided that you've had enough, that you won't fall into another one of her traps that make you insecure and that makes you think that you're nothing without her.

You were brave enough to leave once and you know you are strong to face it once again. Even with a voice in the back of your head telling you to be afraid, to avoid fights, you have to do this for yourself, for your peace.

“Yeah? where are you going? You packed your things to leave without looking me in the face like a coward” she says mockingly after seeing the suitcases at the door of the house.

“It’s not my things” you say, trying to keep your emotions in control. You can't imagine that the person in front of you is someone you once loved immensely. “It’s yours. This is my house, you’re the one leaving, not me”

“What are you talking about? Are your stupid friends talking nonsense to you again?”

“I’m the one speaking. You’re the one who brought your things here and lives under my roof”

“Are you really going to do this? Just because I said your friends suck? That no one is your real friend?”

“ENOUGH, PLEASE, I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” you scream, all you feel are tears in your eyes wanting to escape and your hand shaking with anger and anxiety. “No more putting things into my head that aren’t true! That's you, not me. It’s you who has no one, it’s you who no one cares about”

“My love-”

“Get out of my house now! I will not repeat it again”

“You're going to regret everything you're doing, I feel sorry for you” she takes her bags and leaves without looking back.

The lump you were feeling in your throat loosens and you sob, letting all the emotions finally flow and go away. It was for your good, you repeat over and over in your fragile mind to your hurting heart.

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hstylesloverr · 2 years

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MAY.

dad!harry x singer!reader | the series’s masterlist | part two.

parining: dad!harry x singer!reader

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy, vomiting, nausea, angst, baby denial.

May, 2019.

Harry Styles was sleeping soundly in the king-size bed he shared with his girlfriend when the unpleasant sounds from the bathroom grew louder as Harry woke up. His eyes had to adjust to the morning light, and when he leaned down to look at the clock on his nightstand he saw that it was only a quarter past six in the morning. There was no way Y/N was up this early. Unless it was something really urgent.

Harry woke up quickly and apprehensively made his way to the bathroom, where he saw his girlfriend kneeling in front of the toilet, throwing up and making really nasty noises.

"Y/N, babe." Harry quickly knelt down beside her, twirling her hair to keep it from getting smeared with vomit and gently stroking her back.

After about a minute the vomiting stopped completely, Harry quickly handed her a piece of paper to clean up and a glass of water to get the vomit taste out of her mouth, Y/N smiled slightly at him in thanks and gladly accepted them.

Harry rubbed her back gently "Honey, maybe you should go to the doctor, I heard there's a stomach bug."

"It's nothing, Harry." Y/N shrugged. “I'm sure it's the pizza you cooked yesterday, I already told you that you put a lot of cheese on it.”

Harry pretended to be offended “The pizza was in perfect condition.”

"Whatever you say, cook." She kissed him on the cheek before getting up from the bathroom floor and going back to bed. Harry followed her after closing the bathroom door and making sure everything was in perfect order.

"I'm serious Y/N, maybe you should see a doctor."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but at Harry's seriousness she finally relented.

"Okay, I promise if I keep feeling bad I'll go to the doctor."

The topic was not mentioned again for the rest of the morning. Harry had to go into the studio early to finish perfecting some songs for his new album due out later that year, and Y/N was going to have lunch with her friends and bandmates, and then they'd have to start organizing events. for her tour that would start early next year.

Harry moved closer to Y/N to give her their usual goodbye kiss as she reached for the pair of sock in her hand, however, the girl scowled and quickly pushed him away.

“What's happening?” Harry said, surprised and offended at the same time.

“What perfume did you wear? It is awful.”

“It was the one you gave me for Valentine's Day!” Y/N frowned and moved closer to Harry to sniff him, however it was a bad idea as she immediately gagged.

"My God, I'm literally nauseated. It is impossible for it to be my perfume, I have good taste. Are you sure it's not the one Jeff gave you?”

Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation. And before Y/N could react he pulled her close to him and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

“I'm leaving, I'm already late. Bye, I love you.”

Y/N smiled slightly.

"I love you too." As Harry opened the door to their apartment and started to leave, Y/N yelled at him. “Seriously, tell Jeff to learn how to pick better perfumes!”

She heard her boyfriend's light chuckle, followed by the sound of the door closing.

When Y/N took her car to go to the cafeteria where she would meet Rosé, Lisa and Jisoo, she saw her mother's incoming call on her mobile. She hurried to pick it up.

“Mom! how is everything?”

"It's all right, darling. And you?”

“Well, now I was going with the girls to have some breakfast, what are you doing now?”

“I was trying to make an appointment with a couple, the woman is pregnant and apparently all my available days this week coincide with her doctor, gynecologist and nutritionist appointments.”

Her mother worked in interior design, and even though she no longer needed to work as Y/N's fame had spread worldwide and money was not in short supply to speak in modest terms, Y/N's mother was really passionate about her job and didn't want to leave it before retirement.

“What does a nutritionist have to do with a pregnancy?” Y/N asked mockingly as she climbed into the driver's seat of his car.

“Nutrition during pregnancy is very important, darling. When I was pregnant with you, aside from nausea caused by any kind of smell, I had to stop eating peanuts, and you know how much I love peanuts.”

"Yeah, it must have been really hard for you," Y/N commented nonchalantly as she put the call on speaker and started his car. However, after making in the realization of what her mother had said, she frowned and said in a voice perhaps too shrill than it should have been. “Mom, did you have a lot of nausea when you were pregnant?”

"Of course, honey, I was throwing up at least five times a day during the first trimester. However, the second quarter was pretty good.”

“And you had nausea like... for example... with a perfume?”

"Oh yes, your father's perfumes really made me sick. I made him throw them all away the first week, why the question?”

"Ah, nothing is...just curious." Y/N cleared her throat and decided she couldn't drive anymore, so she headed to the nearest public garage so no fans or paparazzi could see her. “I have to hang up mom, uh... I'll call you later.”

"Sure, darling, bye. Say hi to Harry for me.”

Y/N just hung up and settled in the emptiest part of the garage. She turned off the engine and rested her forehead on the steering wheel, trying to control her breathing. She thought about calling Harry and telling him her worries, but was she really pregnant? what if she wasn't and it was just the pizza Harry cooked last night and she was worrying about nothing?

She quickly grabbed her phone and went to the calendar app where she had all her menstrual periods listed, since she wasn't very good at remembering those things. She frantically looked at the months of January, February, March, and April. Nothing in May. Her period was supposed to have come three weeks ago. Any. Y/N sank completely into her seat, suddenly feeling very cold.

She and Harry had a very active sex life, meaning they fucked almost every day. But they always took preventive measures. Apart from that, they had only been together for a year and a couple of months, isn't it supposed that to have a child you have to have been together for a longer time, like five years or so?

Then there were their careers. They were both singers and they were currently the most famous of the moment, they were busy with their songs, tours, meetings, photo shoots, recordings, interviews, how the hell was a child going to fit into all that? Harry and Y/N had barely had time to spend the last few months, how could they have time for a child?

Harry had always wanted children, he had known from a very young age, but was this really the time? What if Y/N is a bad mother and her son hates her for the rest of his life?

As Y/N was about to cry, her cell phone vibrated with an incoming call. Y/N looked at the name and saw that it's Lisa, so she hurriedly grabbed it.

“Y/N, pretty, we're all in the cafeteria, where are you?”

"I, uh... I'm coming, I'll be there in a moment," Y/N said with such a small voice that for a moment she thought Lisa hadn't heard her.

“Everything is alright?”

“Yes, everything is fine, calm down, I'm coming.”

“You don't sound good at all.”

Y/N cleared her throat.

“I'll be there in a moment.”

When Y/N arrives at the cafeteria, wearing a hat and glasses strategically placed so as not to be recognized, her friends are already waiting for her at a table and when Y/N sits next to them they greet each other affectionately.

"I think I'll order an American coffee," said Rosé as they looked at the menu to start ordering lunch. Lisa and Jisoo also ordered coffee and when Y/N nonchalantly said that she would go for a decaf Jisoo frowned.

“But if you hate decaf, you even got mad at Mitch for ordering a decaf, you said "why are you going to order a decaf, that's not even coffee!" "

Y/N was beginning to regret having so strongly professed her hatred of decaf coffee. But since she didn't know if she was pregnant or not, and wouldn't know until she bought two pairs of pregnancy tests, she couldn't take that chance.

"You're weird," Rosé observed, staring at her. “Are you sick?”

"Harry told us yesterday that you were sick to your stomach," Lisa commented, "you should go see a doctor, there's a stomach bug somewhere."

Y/N decided there was no point in lying to her friends, I mean, they'd known each other for over four years, and they'd been through all sorts of things together. Besides, she needed to vent to someone because if she didn't she thought she was going to go crazy.

“Actually, it's because...” Y/N wrung her hands nervously “I think I'm pregnant.”

A crushing silence fell over them. Jisoo was the first to react.

“Pregnant? You’re going to have a baby?”

"It's not... I'm not sure, but I've been waking up for a couple of days and running to the bathroom to throw up, and I'm constantly nauseous, and the perfume Harry was wearing today almost made me throw up, plus I was supposed to have gotten the period three weeks ago so... I don't know what to do guys, should I tell Harry? Or should I wait until I get tested to tell him?”

Lisa, who was at her side, gently placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

”We are going to buy several pregnancy tests. That way you'll get out of doubt. And... whatever comes out, we'll work from that.”

Rosé and Jisoo immediately agreed. So they canceled all the meetings they had for the rest of the day and headed to the nearest pharmacy.

Since they were at risk of anyone seeing them, and seeing that they were buying pregnancy tests and chaos breaking out over Y/N and Harry, they decided that it would be better for neither of them to take off their hats and glasses and also buy other things to deflect the attention.

Jisoo was the one who took it upon herself to buy wrinkle creams first before quickly heading over to the pregnancy section and quickly grabbing four boxes, quickly throwing them into the shopping cart along with the creams, and pretending to be normal. Rosé and Y/N put in a couple of boxes of diarrhea pills and Lisa put in a large bottle of rubbing alcohol and gauze pads. They pretended to be completely normal and when they went to the register to pay they made sure not to look up at any time.

In the end they came out with three bags and the pregnancy tests well hidden in them. If by any chance someone had recognized them, they would only be seen with three pharmacy bags that could contain anything.

Harry wouldn't be home until five in the afternoon, so they had about five and a half hours to take the test and decide what they would do depending on the result. Y/N took the four boxes and entered the bathroom, while the others waited for her outside.

Since Y/N had never taken a pregnancy test before, she spent at least eight minutes reading the instructions. She followed all the instructions and when she finished all four tests she had to wait at least five minutes. Her hands were sweaty and she felt numb as she left the bathroom and announced to the others that now they would just wait.

She sat next to Rosé while Lisa set the timer. Her mind was in a kind of loop where she could only imagine herself telling Harry over and over again: I'm pregnant. Sometimes those repetitions alternated and the result was either Harry extremely happy telling Y/N and their son how much he loved them, or it was Harry getting mad at her, or it was Harry not saying a word and just walking away.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Lisa's cell phone, announcing that the five minutes had passed. The three gazes of her friends landed on Y/N, who without saying a word went back to the bathroom, to the sink, where the four tests were perfectly placed.

When Y/N came out of the bathroom again, so pale her skin was starting to turn purple, Lisa, Rosé, and Jisoo approached her worriedly.

Y/N didn't say anything, just handed the evidence to Jisoo and headed to her room, slamming the door shut. Jisoo raised her arm and the three of them looked worriedly at the word inscribed on each of them.

Pregnant.

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heavenlycloud · 1 year

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vintage chanel: jennie x fem! reader

warnings: suggestive, swearing

a/n: i was gonna post this the night of the event but school and time got away from me so here it is a few days late. there might be some typos.... sorry

the met gala wasn’t a new occurrence to you after your first invitation when you were freshly eighteen. back then, your attendance made headlines as you had become the youngest guest to attend that year. even more headlines followed when you were handpicked by karl lagerfeld as a muse for the house of chanel. over the years you became a known figure within the fashion industry while dominating the western music industry. the level of success you’d reached in a few short years was recognized by numerous awards, accolades, and several gold and platinum album titles to your name. even with the musical success, you never forgot that fashion was really your claim to fame many years ago. hence why you graciously accepted a met invitation every single year.

to many, the met gala is a star studded night where you get gussied up in clothes from top designers in high fashion, meet other A-list celebrities, and do whatever the hell you do inside because nobody seems to know. in reality, it was waking up at six in the morning then getting ready all day, walking a red carpet, answering the same 5 questions from reporters who hopefully remembered your name, then sat through what felt like the world’s longest and most awkward dinner. the only highlight of the event was finding out that one of your friends was only two tables away from you, rather than the usual five or six. overall, the real fun started at the afterparties which you always ended up being roped into attending then drunkenly leaving hand in hand with some supermodel you met that night.

you sat in a suite on the 15th floor of the iconic Mark Hotel as your stylists, makeup artists, and management and PR team bustled around to make sure you were ready for tonight. the theme was Karl Lagerfeld, the designer that picked you as his muse years ago. your outfit was a handpicked piece designed by the esteemed german courtier. originally worn by linda evanglista in the Chanel Ready to Wear Fall/Winter 1991-1992 in Paris Fashion week. the entire morning was doing small interviews for Vogue and other fashion media outlets that get most of their press from this event. there was a smile on your face as you told the camera before you, “i’m super excited for this evening because i don’t think many people know i’m attending the event. i’ve been trying my best to keep it on the down low, but i think people are going to figure it out before i get to the carpet.” there was a small laugh followed by your words that trailed off on the end, specifically because you knew of a certain someone that was hoping just this once you wouldn’t show.

“unnie, did you see the headlines?” the thai idol asked with urgency in her tone that made her member’s heart race. the older woman hesitated to answer, but she went silent as she read the headline that appeared over the banner at the top of her screen:

UPDATE: Y/N TO MAKE APPEARANCE AT THE 2023 MET GALA

jennie stared at her phone and lisa cautiously prompted, “are you okay?” jennie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before saying, “why wouldn’t i be? it’s whatever. she gets invited every year, i don’t know why this would be any different.” she paused for a moment then abruptly commented, “i have to go. i’ll talk to you later.” the younger woman gave a weak smile, “okay bye, i’ll talk to you later.” in a sudden bout of frustration jennie tossed her phone across the room onto the bed then brought her hands to her forehead as she mumbled, “fuck…” there were light taps on her hands as her makeup artist silently chided her not to mess up her perfectly made up face. for the next hour she remained silent until she had to put on a smile for the cameras and fans that swarmed the porte-co·chère of the hotel down below.

the car ride to the carpet was dead silent as jennie tried to soothe her nerves before enduring the next eight to ten hours on her own. through the deeply tinted glass jennie could see her security team waiting for her to step out of the car. one of the staff members assigned to her for the evening warmly assured her, “take as long as you need, miss kim.” she gave a curt nod and a hushed thank you before holding the door handle for a moment. one of the security guards pulled open the door and held a hand out to assist her out of the large black SUV.

cameras flashed and fans shrieked and screamed as they desperately tried to earn jennie’s attention from their barricaded sections that flanked the entrance of the carpet. the idol waved and smiled for the cameras as she’d been taught to so many years ago, her smile turning genuine when she laid eyes on a familiar petite brunette. the young influencer passed jennie a mic and asked enthusiastically, “how are you?” with her eyes glued forward for a moment too long, jennie replied, “i’m everywhere. this is my first Met…” emma asked in slight surprise, “first Met?” the korean singer nodded and continued answering the quick questions on her current feelings. she laughed as the younger girl somewhat awkwardly yet genuinely shared the same thoughts of being nervous and anxious before such a large event. for just a moment jennie glanced to her right thinking she saw someone she knew. her blood ran cold when she realized she did know the person- you looking her way with the same narrowed gaze that dripped of venom and honey that had her spellbound from the first time.

a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips after seeing the affect you still had on her after she supposedly stopped caring about you. for the fun of it, you shot her a wink before turning around and kissing the cheek of the interviewer that was speaking with you. jennie flinched ever so lightly then laughed awkwardly in a futile attempt to play it off. she quickly thanked emma for the interview then rushed off to the usher that was to guide her along the carpet. the remainder of the carpet went by in the blink of an eye. largely in part to the fact that she disassociated for the entire thing, only regaining awareness of her surroundings as she was ushered inside.

jennie followed the usher to her table where her placecard was sitting daintily with her name handwritten in elegant calligraphy. she sat down gracefully beside another supermodel she’d yet to learn the name of then introduced herself politely. as more guests filed in, she couldn’t help but scan the room in search of you. the open seat beside her with a placecard that read a simple RESERVED made her stomach twist into knots. underneath the white tablecloth she bounced her leg anxiously, desperately hoping nobody around her noticed the soft clicking sound around the table. another usher made their way to her table and she took a breath of relief when she saw dua lipa approaching with a warm smile. however, the feeling was short lived when the albanian singer bent down and kissed her cheek with a slight pout. she explained quietly, “hi love, i wanted to come over and tell you myself that they’ve moved my seat this evening. but i’ll catch up with you later, alright?” jennie tried to answer as quickly and politely as possible to get in her question of who was taking dua’s place.

the question was answered before it could even leave jennie’s lips when she heard you speak from over her shoulder, “thank you so much for understanding, babes. have a great evening and we’ll chat later!” you sat down beside jennie and greeted the other guests at your table which you were seemingly familiar with to some extent. the idol shifted beside you and you gave her what appeared to others as the warmest and welcoming smile, “jennie it’s been a while hasn’t it?” the woman saw through you as if you were made of glass, yet she refused to cause a scene at the Met Gala of all events. so, she plastered on a smile and hugged you back, “it has, how have you been?” she humored you in conversation and did her best to wiggle her way out of exclusively talking to you by roping the other table guests into the conversation. however, no matter how much she tried, you always managed to turn the topic exclusive to the two of you. jennie wondered how nobody else around her could see the lack of genuinity in your eyes, that you were intentionally toying with her like some game. but then again, why would anyone suspect you, a known sweetheart, of such a thing.

you smiled to yourself as you did small things to get under jennie’s skin and give her the attention you craved. wether it be a hand trailing along her thigh or lightly hitting her foot with your own beneath the tablecloth. seeing her clenched teeth and smiles that faltered for just a split second were all the reward you needed to spur you on further. the moment that you all were dismissed to look around the museum exhibit, jennie was on her feet and eager to leave your side. you made no effort to follow her immediately, instead you found a handful of familiar faces and did your rounds to those you both did and didn’t care for…you did have a reputation to uphold anyway. an hour passed and you finally had eyes on jennie once more, she stood alone in front of a mannequin with yet another vintage Chanel piece. you watched her from afar, taking in the way she stared at the clothing with a genuine admiration and curiosity. the sight made your heart flutter as she reminded you of the first time you both met years ago.

the feeling of warmth that bloomed in your heart ran cold when you saw some random man approach her. from his outfit alone you knew that he was someone’s plus one or an influencer that purchased his own ticket for the event. the way he stared at jennie with almost a sense of hunger and desperation made your skin crawl. you slowly made your way across the floor, wondering if she would actually need someone to intervene. her smiles were polite but you could see the way her eyes flitted from his with nearly every word she spoke as if she was searching for an escape. the stiff mannerisms of hers came to a halt when the guy attempted to place a hand around her waist, making her flinch out of surprise. without hesitation you rushed to her side in less than three strides.

you slipped your arm behind her waist with ease, the familiar feeling bringing a genuine smile to your face. turning towards her you kissed her cheek, “hey beautiful i thought i lost you back there.” she looked up at you, a flash of fear still lingering in her gaze prompting you to pull her closer to your body. the guy in front of her tried to continue his conversation but you cut him off, “she’s with me. i expect that you’ll be returning to your table now, yes?” if looks could kill the young man would have been gone yesterday. he grew nervous with you, of all guests, standing over him, so much so that he couldn’t even utter an actual apology before literally running off.

jennie continued to stand in your hold with her hand toying at the heavy gold belts wrapped around your waist. you remained silent as you lightly took her shaking hand into your free one, “jen?” she continued to stare at the same spot on the ground as you prompted once more, “jennie?” the idol snapped out of her trance and pulled away from you, “thank you for that…” she watched as your features softened in a way that made her heart beg that she cave into you and give you the type of attention she used to. your tone changed with the next words you spoke, this time they were genuine, the same way you used to speak to her, “yeah…of course, Nini.” her heart raced at the last word, so familiar and nearly made her crack but she internally put her fist down. she wasn’t about to start this, not now and especially not here. she backed away from you as if you were a burning flame that was moments from losing control. the singer straightened her posture then said coldly, “don’t call me that.” she turned on her heel then hurried off to go talk to another A-list supermodel that probably didn’t remember what group she was actually from.

throughout the entire rest of the night jennie avoided you like the plague, no eye contact, no words exchanged, it was like you were invisible to her. the main event ended and the after parties were getting ready to begin. one of your managers found you and rushed you to meet your stylists where you were changed for the second look of the night. keeping with the theme, you wore a long sleeved white tweed top, black pants, and a large gold chanel belt. the look was worn by beverly peele in the chanel spring 1993 show. chunky gold bracelets adorned your wrist while the belt quite honestly felt like wearing a weighted hula hoop. nevertheless, you were guaranteed to be the talk of the night once again.

TipToe by Jason Derulo blasted over the speakers in one of the many rooms within the multi-million dollar mansion owned by some uppity tycoon on the Upper East Side. the lights were off with the exception of burnt orange neon lights that barely lit a damn thing in the room. despite the windows being open, the entire house felt hot as hell with all the sweaty bodies of drunk and high supermodels, singers, and A-list actors. you watched who danced alongside you, trying to avoid meeting strangers with wandering hands and lustful gazes. as you skimmed the crowd around you, a tall blonde dragged a small black haired woman to dance with her. once again your interest peaked at seeing jennie in the perfect place for you to make another move.

the bass of the music thrumed throughout your entire body as you danced your way over the now cluster of girls with jennie. you threw an arm around one of the women’s shoulders and shouted over the music, “Kenny!” the supermodel turned to face you and her face lit up as she pulled you into a hug, “Y/N!” jennie slowed her movements to the beat of the music as she watched you talking to the girl next to her. the nerves only lasted a minute because a second later she was pressing herself against Hailey Baldwin with her head resting on her shoulder and wrapping the blonde’s arm tighter around her torso. the unsuspecting model simply laughed and kissed jennie’s temple as she swayed to the beat jennie set. just as you began to look away, jennie opened one eye and smirked when she saw your dissatisfied expression and pretended you were invisible all over again.

you grew impatient and slowly slipped between Kendall and Hailey which they welcomed without question. jennie tried to keep Hailey against her but your arm slid between their bodies and Hailey switched positions with you to dance with Kendall. jennie began to make a move to leave but you pulled her back flush against your front. the gentle touch of your fingers ran down her arm making goosebumps form on her skin. you chuckled lowly and said into her ear, “come on now, dance with me.” the warmth of your body against hers was a feeling she thought she’d forgotten but now it was as if you’d never left. she turned to face you, gaining some control back before she attempted to make her leave, “i don’t want to dance with you.” her voice was saying one thing while her mind and body said another prompting you to ask, “are you sure because the way you’re holding my arm on your waist is telling me otherwise.”

jennie glared at you through those cat-like, chocolate brown eyes and thick black lashes with a gaze that made your heart race. she watched as your eyes crawled over her body with such a hunger that she would have gagged if it was anyone else. you pulled her closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies and for just a moment she almost gave into your touch. once again she backed up and swallowed thickly, “i’m doing just fine with my friends here.” you stared at her unfazed then glanced over to Kendall and Hailey who were lost in their own offbeat two step to Alone by Kim Petras. god, jennie wished she could kiss wipe that stupidly perfect, coy smirk off of your face. a few people around you both noticed that you were no longer dancing and instead standing in a confrontational position before jennie. she looked at the hand she was still holding to her body and sighed as she turned back around, dancing against your front, “i’m just not trying to cause a scene.” you laughed lowly into her ear, “whatever you say, angel.”

you held her slender waist to your body and the hand that rested by her leg into your own, lacing your fingers together with a smile. jennie slipped her hand out of yours and you tsked quietly, “and about your friends- you know goddamn well none of these girls give a fuck about you, they just care about the title you carry. they’re all up on you just to take a picture and use it to get an extra million likes and comments. you’re wasting your time staying around them because after tonight it’s gonna be like you two never met.” the idol hated to admit it but you were 100% right. when it came to western celebrities, they heard the name BLACKPINK in tandem with one of the members names, and they were immediately trying to befriend them for clout. it was evident in the way they called jisoo by the wrong name, never pronounced rosé with the proper accent, just plain forgot lisa’s name, and how at least 12 people tonight called jennie ‘jenna’ instead. despite that, she was completely used to it by now and expected ingenuity from the celebrities that she met overseas.

the singer shot you a side glare and you frowned to mock her, “don’t give me that face, just admit the fact that you know i’m right.” jennie rolled her eyes and asked in annoyance, “and what if you are? why should i care about any of that?” you answered simply, “because you and i both know you aren’t enjoying this right now.” jennie swallowed thickly as your breath ghosted the shell of her ear and she lied straight through her teeth, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n. i’m having a good time.” this time your tone was slightly harsher but in a way that made her stomach erupt into butterflies, “jennie cut the shit, i know more than anyone what you look like when you’re enjoying yourself.” heat rushed to her cheeks at the implication of your words, memories filling her head only making her blush deeper.

you felt the way her body began melting into your touch and she slowly started giving into what she both desperately wanted and knew she shouldn’t do. she shook the thought from her head and turned back to face you, once again fighting internally with herself to walk away. the way your eyes transfixed on her was no help but then you uttered the words, “come on mama, let me show you a good time…for old time’s sake.” jennie clenched her jaw and you leaned your forehead against hers, without even realizing it her arms ended up over your shoulders. the feeling of your fingers trailing up her mini black dress made her stumble, making you wrap an arm around her waist once more. her voice was weak when she tried to reply with confidence, “i-i don’t think-” all you had to do was raise one eyebrow and give that same damned smile to get her to cave, “just for tonight.” immediately you smiled the million dollar smile the world fell in love with as you led jennie through the crowd to find a place in the 32 rooms of the oversized mansion. she held onto your hand until you rounded a corner and pushed it open before pressing it closed with her back against. she hated how easily she gave into your wishes but she couldn’t help it with the way you felt her up with ease, making her get lost in all that you were, making her feel like you did all those years ago.

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mikithelibrarian · 10 months

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It Takes Two | Chapter Four - BLACKPINK Jennie - GN! Reader

Previous Chapter

TW: Strong language.

“I need you there! I’m not about to go all alone to the party when I have a partner!”

“Jennie, you need to understand ―

“I’m gonna be the odd one out there, can´t you just cancel it?”

You became silent after that question and looked at her in disbelief. Was it that hard for her to finally make a sacrifice for you?

Some days earlier your manager contacted you and announced possibly the greatest news of your entire streaming career, you were nominated for the category of most popular streamer in the first official awards show of your platform. Of course, competition would be fierce since you´ll be going against some of the top names in the industry, but the fact that you were nominated was already a blessing.

Now, you needed to go all the way across the Pacific, towards Los Angeles, the city in which the award ceremony and the after party will be held. International media will be there, since streaming has become somewhat mainstream as of lately, alongside some important sponsors, which some of them have already contacted your manager for future partnerships. This was the opportunity of a lifetime, not just because of the mere exposure, but also because you could gather more sponsorship deals to make even greater events.

So, the answer to her question would be a hard no, you can´t cancel it just because of an “important” party of one of her many famous friends you haven’t even been introduced to.

Apparently, some very influential people will be there, moreover, some producers have agreed to go to the party just to talk to Jennie about a project they have in their hands. Where do you fit in all of this? That´s right, nowhere. She could go on her own and then join you, since the party will also be in L.A., or she could hang out with you the day after and have an impromptu date, but she wanted you there, why? Maybe because she wants someone who she knows will be sober, all the while she abandons them to their luck…

You couldn’t deny how your heart got heavier when those puppy eyes awaited your answer. Then, many thoughts came to your mind, a lot of them catastrophic. What if something happens to her? What if she needs someone to take her home? She is a worldwide celebrity after all. But then, other type of thoughts came to your mind; why don’t she accompanies you? You could also take a plus one with you, and maybe you could introduce her to your friends, she would be safe there, and, if the producers want to talk with her, she can meet them the day after, you know, without four shots of tequila to cloud her judgement.

“Why don´t you come with me?” You gently grabbed her hands and put them to your chest. “I can´t cancel it Jennie, this is a great opportunity for me.”

“It´s a great opportunity for me too! And I want you there to celebrate!” Jennie took her hands away from you.

“Come on Jennie, you can meet the producers the day after the awards show, we can even skip the after party and meet them at the club before returning to the ―

“I don´t want to go to your stupid show!”

And that´s the final straw for you. You weren’t going to explode against her, or take your frustrations on her, but you were oh so very tired about this. Without any other reaction, you sighed as you saw the weight of her words dawning on her.

“That´s what you think? That it´s stupid?”

“No, love, I ―

“What do you even think about my job, Jennie?”

It wasn´t her answer, but rather, the lack of one that further hurt you.

Each time you were with your friends, you bragged about your girlfriend, the one and only Kim Jennie, member of BLACKPINK, Global Ambassador for Channel and Calvin Klein. Each time she got a new deal, a new song, a new anything, you would be there with a cake, a balloon and a gift, to celebrate with her, even when she got home past midnight. Each fucking time she wanted you there, in an awards show, in a fashion show, in an after-party of an event which gala you couldn´t go because it was ‘very exclusive’, you were there.

Where was she the first time you were banned of the platform because of a hater sending you an explicit photo through your Discord server? Where was she when you first reached ten thousand viewers? What about the fifty thousand? What about the viewer count record in Asia? Did her friends even know about your existence? About the status you held in her life?

“I´ll move out to my old apartment.” You don’t know where the bravado came from, but those words suddenly slipped out of your mouth.

You don’t just needed time, you needed space, you needed to get away from her because, suddenly, being around her felt as if you couldn´t breathe, not out of love, but out of anxiety. You became deaf to her words and her pleas, her words no longer mattered to you, her tears didn´t affect you anymore, you just wanted out of there.

It was if you were hypnotized for weeks on end, up until now. You sat in the front row of the event, in the area exclusive for streamers, your closest friends beside you, rooting for you, holding on to dear life to your shoulders as the host announced the category of the Most Popular Streamer.

When your name and your photo came on the big screen, you could hear the deafening screams of thousands of people in the audience screaming for you and laughing at the small compilation of clips they showed. And then, it happened, your name was mentioned as the winner of the category.

You can´t even remember the small walk from your place to the stage, nor can you remember the speech you gave, the only thing you remember is that you never mentioned her name, despite people wanting to know where she was when her partner was in the biggest point of their career.

Night had come around and you were left alone in your hotel room as you held the award in your hands. Your friends had just left the room after the small after-party you arranged, since none of you liked crowded places.

The trophy felt heavy in your hands. Finally, you had something to show everyone who ever doubted you how wrong they were; to your parents, to the false friends you met along the way, to her…

You left the trophy on the nightstand and took your phone from beside you on the bed, ready to browse through social media to interact with your fans. However, someone had other plans for you as your phone started ringing, showing a caller ID you hadn´t seen in some days.

You debated if you should answer or not, but then again, she was at a party; she was probably very drunk, but maybe she needed help getting back to her hotel room, and you were an idiot, or a good person, was there a difference at this point?

“Hello…” You said as you answered the call and only received a loud cry and a sob from the other line.

“(Y/NN)~.” She slurred your nickname. “I miss you!” Jennie shouted that last part and you got the phone away from your ear. “I love you~ Come back~ I´ll change!”

“Tell me you chose a designated driver.”

“No…”

“I´ll be there in ten minutes, do not drink another cup or shot!” You scolded her and hanged up the call.

With your phone in hand, you ran out of your room onto the room just in front of yours and knocked the door with all your might, hoping to wake up your friend. In a matter of seconds, your friend opened the door, somewhat drowsy and already in their pajamas.

“What the fuck ―

“I need you to give me a ride, fast.”

Sensing the urgency in your voice, they just nodded and ran into their room to pick up their wallet and keys before following you to the parking lot.

“Where to?”

They asked and you told them the place Jennie was. They didn´t even questioned why you needed to go there, or cared about how uncomfortable driving with crocs was. You needed to go somewhere, and they´ll take you there, even if you were going to the end of the world, they´ll be there; you couldn´t help to wish that Jennie was like that too.

By the time you got there, Jennie was apparently waiting for you, since, as soon as you jumped out of your friend´s car, Jennie got out of the club and onto your arms. Her friends were just following behind her, apparently in a better state than Jennie.

“Thanks for taking care of her.” You said, with irony of course, and that´s how you knew how drunk they were since they didn´t catch your tone. “Come on, I´ll take you ―

Suddenly, Jennie threw up the expensive clothes you wore to the show. You pulled her away from you and saw that you were indeed covered in her vomit and sighed. However, you had a job to do, and that was getting Jennie out of here before any paparazzi show up and see her in this state.

You exclaimed thousands of apologies as you got into your friend´s car backseat, trying your best to not dirty their seats. Your friend only looked at you with a feigned hatred and opened the windows to let the acidic smell out of the car before accelerating.

You told them to go back towards your hotel since Jennie would need someone to take care the next morning, and you needed a change of clothes. Fortunately, the ride back was peaceful, so peaceful that Jennie fell asleep on your shoulder, further dirtying you since she hadn´t cleaned her mouth, but at this point you knew you were going to shower and throw these clothes away.

When you arrived, you carried it to your room and thanked your friend, promising to invite them the most expensive dinner you could afford. You forced Jennie to wake up and took her to the bathroom; you helped cleaning her face, getting her make-up off and washing her teeth to get the taste off. You helped her change her clothes and stopped her from hugging you since you were still stained by what you assumed was barely digested tequila.

After you put her to sleep on your bed, it was your turn to clean yourself up. A nice warm shower and a new pair of clothes later, you laid down beside Jennie, knowing the next day will be a difficult one.

When Jennie first woke up and saw that she wasn´t in her room, she panicked and looked around, thinking someone had kidnapped her, but to her relief she discovered she wasn´t when she looked at the award you left in your nightstand. Then, she looked down and saw she was wearing your clothes, your distinctive smell filled her nostrils and made her feel safe again. Although, not a second later, a big headache attacked her and her stomach started churning up.

She ran to the bathroom and knelt in front of the WC, immediately emptying her stomach of whatever mixture of alcohol she drank. While she was throwing up, she felt a pair of hands holding her hair up and rubbing her back. She would have turned around and hugged you, but her stomach still needed to let some contents go.

When she finished throwing up, you helped her to her feet and moved her to the sink to help her clean her mouth and brush her teeth to get any remains off. Then, you guided her back to the bed as she saw a serum and some recently bought pills on the nightstand next to the award.

You helped her lying down on the bed and knelt beside it. “I guess you had a wild party last night” You tried to joke as you got the serum and opened it. “I´ll give you a serum first and some pills for the nausea, after that we´ll see about getting some light food for you to take medicine for your headache” You got a nausea pill out of its box and helped Jennie to sit up. “Open” She did as told and opened her mouth before you popped the pill inside of it, afterwards, you guided the serum to her lips, helping her drink the pill down.

Ever since the day you moved out, she regretted so many things. How she treated you, all the words she didn´t hold up to, all the moments she missed with you. She wished it hadn´t taken losing you to make her realize all of that, but she can´t turn back time, all she could do is to try to make things right.

But that would come after she recovered from her hangover…

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multiphandomunnies · 2 months

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Jennie

casino nights

gang au

hate?

tempt

wolf/vampire au part one

wolf/vampire au part two

you’re even cuter

a keeper

wolf/vampire au finale

jennie college au

mafia au

tri-wizard tournament

harry potter au part two

with you

tulip

iris

sunflower

drunken karaoke confession

gf! jennie

cute sleeper

snowfall

kissing jennie

shy

van (*M*)

treats

just love

kill this love intro

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authorforrosie · 1 year

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Title: You catch Jennie trying not to cry and coaxing her into crying.

Pairing: Jennie x You. [GxG.]

Warning: crying, hate.

Words: 1011

You walked downstairs into Jennie's work room. Everything became quiet so closer you went there. Your heart broke when you heard sniffles coming from the work room of your girlfriend.

sniffles sniffles.

You know how hard it's to deal with hate since you already got a little bit hate after you both came out with your relationship in 2024. At the same time you couldn't imagine the amount of hate that K-Pop idols truly get. Since they are under a lot pressure, toxicity influences, diets, dating ban or hate by people behind screen's.

You took a deep breath not knowing if you should knock on the door to comfort her or if you should give her space. Since some people need to have space in alone time in situations like these. After a few minutes of debating into the brain you decided to knock on the door.

You heard a very small 'come in' with sniffles following.

You walked into the room with a glass bottle of water in your hand. You saw Jennie trying not to cry and how she cried. Your heart broke when you saw how red swollen puffy her brown cat-like eyes look. Her nose red and pouting.

„C'mon baby girl. Come here..." Whispered you with comfort. You saw how hesitant Jennie was about being in your arms while crying.

Jennie crawled into your arms and tried really hard not to start crying. You moved backwards and forwards.

„I know you were crying. You can cry now baby girl. I am here for you. Like I told you before I wanna be the shoulder you cry on." Coaxed you with sympathy in your voice.

You saw how Jennie's lips trembles for a moment.Tears rolled down her cheeks. A few seconds later she started crying in your arms. You kissed her forehead while keeping moving backwards and forwards slowly. Your fingers moved through her long brown hair and you rubbed her back.

„Why are people so mean to me. I haven't done anything wrong or have I. What did I do to deserve this amount of hate...?" Asked Jennie in between sobbing with sadness in her voice.

You rubbed her back with tears in your y/e/c eyes. You kissed her forehead while she continues to cry out all the bad feelings that she has.

„You don't deserve the hate because you are wonderful human being. I think the people are mean to you because they are behind a screen you know. You are a hard working K-Pop idol it's sad how people forget this fact all the time. Blinks, your best friends, friends, me and your family love you so much." Answered you with sympathy and honesty in your voice.

You pulled a pair of hair away behind her ear away from her brown cat-like eyes. You whispered sweet sentences into her ear. You stayed with her into the same position for one hour to comfort her with sweet sentences. In between crying you wiped her tears away with tissues from four tissues boxes.

„How do you know that...?"Cried Jennie with sadness in her voice.

Your heart broke at the question that Jennie asked you. A few tears rolled down your cheeks. You pulled her closer into you until there wasn't any space left between you and Jennie. You hold her closer to you.

„I know that because you are not only an K-Pop Idol. You are a human. I don't only say that because you are my girlfriend. I say that because it's a fact. You are a wonderful, beautiful, attractive, hilarious, cute and smart young woman. I am so lucky to be able to call you my girl and my future wife." Reassurance you with honesty in your voice. You kissed her forehead a few times after leaning in closer towards Jennie.

It took two hours until Jennie didn't cry anymore. After that two hours you moved towards the bathroom with your girl Jennie. She sat with her back against your front into the bathtub. The bath water smelled like strawberries thanks to the bath crystals that you got her a few weeks ago.

You massages her head with a happy expression on your face when you saw her relaxed face expression. You noticed how Jennie's brown cat-like eyes closed with pure relaxation. You smiled and kissed her temples multiple times without stopping. You saw how Jennie's eyes crinkled at the corner when she smiles. Jennie couldn’t describe how much in love she is with you, your body, brain, heart and personality.

Jennie knew in this situation that you are the one for her. She can't help but hope to marry you someday in the future and have children with you. She loved how long you comfort her and stayed in the same position like her. The bath you took with her relaxed her even further after the crying that she did. Jennie couldn't deny that she is feeling better now after letting out all her emotions with tears and more tears.

You texted her best friends Jisoo, Rosé, Lisa, her mother, her friends and managers that she is feeling better now. You picked her fatigue body up and carried Jennie into the bedroom to lay her on your Queen sized bed. Jennie made grabby hands and pouts when she noticed how you haven't laid down next at her yet. At 100 percent you couldn't resist her pouting. You laid down next at her only for her to move closer until her head is resting on your chest. Jennie puffed out her dumpling mandu cheeks.

Jennie smiled with her brown eyes crinkled at the corner. It caused you to smile and your heart beat faster since you are so incredibly in love with Jennie. You kissed her forehead and held her hand into your own hand. A few hours later you both decided to to take a nap. Jennie let you rest your head on her chest at that point. She smiled satisfied after falling asleep together.

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perfectsunlight · 1 year

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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧

𝗷𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗍𝗈𝗑𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍: 𝟥,𝟩𝟨𝟢

𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻 - 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗹 𝗿𝗲𝘆

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌. 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾, 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁��𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗀.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ��𝖺𝖽 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝖻𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾’𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉’𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗍.

𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍.” 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

“𝗒/𝗇/𝗇?”

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒, 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗎𝖼𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋.

“𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗒/𝗇.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄. “𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗒, 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗈.”

𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈

𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌. 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌.

𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 “𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀” 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌.

𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋’𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈. “𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍?” 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒. “𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌? 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆�� 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎.” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈.

“𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗌𝗂𝗋. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗂 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.”

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, “𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒/𝗇. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗎𝗉.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾, 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾. “𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒/𝗇 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌.

𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖺. “𝗒/𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍? 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗍” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗂.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽, 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒, “𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽! 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍, 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗍.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗆, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝗃𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗒𝖺, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗂’𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾. 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌.”

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗐 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅. “𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄. 𝗂𝖿 𝗂’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌. 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗏𝖺𝗂𝗇. “𝗂 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄.

𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾 “𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒”, 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍.

𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾.

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 “𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗈” 𝗈𝗋 “𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗂 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗐” 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖻 𝗁𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀.

“𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆.” 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. “𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖾.” “𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾. 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. “𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝖾? 𝗐𝗁𝗒?” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗂𝖼.

“𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗂 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍. 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗌𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾, “𝗒/𝗇, 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼,” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾. “𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗂’𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉’𝗌.”

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 “𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒, 𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽” 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗋𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆. 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖾, 𝗇𝖺𝖻𝗂. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾.

“𝗁𝗂 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖻𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂’𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗒.” 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖻𝗈𝗑. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁, 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍.

“𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗒/𝗇/𝗇. – 𝗃” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗄𝖺𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾? 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽.

𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒? 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂'𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇

“𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇, 𝗒/𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐.” 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗌, “𝗈𝗁 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍. 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗉𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾.

“𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖽, “𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇?”

“𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾, 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅. 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗌.” 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗌𝖾, 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁.

“𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗂.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽.

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗋𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁, “𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋��𝗓𝗒, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗂’𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. “𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 ��𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗇 𝗎𝗉 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖽. “𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆.”

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾.

“𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾, 𝗒/𝗇/𝗇. 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗂𝗇, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒?”

𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈?

𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌.

𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆. 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀–𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽. 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽’𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽.

𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗂'𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, 𝗂'𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗒𝖼𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 “𝗒/𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾, 𝗂’𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾.”

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝖾𝗑𝖼𝖾𝗉𝗍, 𝖺𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽.

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗐𝖾𝖽. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒? 𝗂 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐

𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟢𝟢𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁. 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝖺𝗅 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒, 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗓𝗈𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌. 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝖻𝗒 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾.

𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅’𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗎𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾. 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍, 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖾𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉. 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽.

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁�� 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍:

“𝗂 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇.”

𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽. 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺.

“𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗂𝗍.” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖽𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗑𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽.

𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍.

𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾. 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗉𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌.

𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾?

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SPIDER-VERSE

lee minho x spider-woman!reader

[01: call to duty📝]

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you’re sitting in the passenger seat of minho’s car as you both get closer to your aunts home. you couldn’t wait to see your aunt and brother, you missed them as you been away because of college.

you glance at minho as he drive and smile at him, “don’t you miss them too?”

he glances at you, “not really.” you frown a bit, “how come?” you ask.

he sighs, “i would rather spend my weekend with my cats.”

you roll your eyes at him, “then why did you come with?” you ask.

he sighs, “you think i was going to leave you coming home, alone? you’re wrong.”

“that’s why you’re my best friend.” you smile at him. minho returns the smile but it was a bit sad from your words. he likes you and didn’t have the intention of telling you at all and you had no idea.

➸ time skip

arms wrap around you and spin you around, “you’re finally back!” you giggle as ryujin lets you go. “i missed you so much.”

“i missed you too.” you say as you see jisung runs over to you and hugs you.

“and i’m just chopped liver.” minho mumbles as no one has greeted or hugged him.

jisung rolls his eyes as he lets you go from the hug and went towards him. “well, sorry, that i wanted to hug my sister first.” minho chuckles as they hug, putting their arms on each others shoulders, “can’t wait til you’re my brother in law.”

you and ryujin roll their eyes while minho pushes jisung, blushing. “shut up.”

the four walk into the house, it’s only the four of them as your aunt is working still. all four of you went into the kitchen to get snacks.

“but anyways, when are you going to be my brother in law min?” jisung asks again.

you push your brothers shoulder a bit, “ji, you know we don’t like each other like that.” he just rolls his eyes, “it’s nice to dream.”

your phone dings, you see it’s from the detective you’re working with. “i’ll be back.” you walk into the bathroom to answer his message.

you sneak out the bathroom, texting jisung while doing so. you run between a few building and switch into your spider costume, a nice tight black with white spider web design around it. your wrists move forwards, spitting out webs so you can swing to where detective choi is at.

you land in front of san and jennie, “you made it.” detective kim says with a smile. you return the smile with a nod.

after about an hour, you did eventually catch the guy. you had him wrapped in the your webs, waiting for the authorities to get here. your phone dings and you see it’s minho.

about ten minutes later, san and jennie both arrived with other cops with them. “you’re amazing spider-woman.” jennie smiles, patting your back.

you nod in return, “i have to head out now.” you tell the two and use your webs to bring yourself out of there, rushing back home while changing back into your normal clothing you had on.

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fayeforrosie · 2 years

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hi!! may i request a jealous jennie x reader fic pls! angst w fluff❤️❤️

Words Not Meant To Be Said

Jennie x Fem! Reader

After selfishly lashing her anger out on you, saying words that could not be taken back, Jennie realizes that it's up to her to make things right Warnings- Swearing, mention of alcohol Thank you for the request anon! :)

The aftermath of this night had been Jennie's fault. She knew that. She knew she shouldn't have said such things to you, and as soon as her words unconsciously slipped off her tongue, she immediately took a step back, rethinking what she had said as she placed the two of her hands on her head, gripping her hair in regret.

The two of you weren't officially dating, however it was quite obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that something was going on between you and her. She knew it was acceptable for you to contemplate her whereabouts as she arrived at your apartment later than usual, and yet she still felt the need to selfishly take her anger out on you.

"It's not even that late Y/n! I don't know why you're making such a big deal about me coming home at like", she glances at the clock "ten at night!"

"It's not about you being late Jennie! It's about how you said you would be here at eight, and so I waited for you for two hours without a single fucking text! I don't care if you stayed longer at your friends, I care that you tell me the actual time you'll be here, and then fucking follow through!" You angrily step closer to her, shouting even louder than you had been when she first walked through the door.

Jennie furrows her eyebrows and slams the drinks she had brought onto the table, raising her hands in defense.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know I was your fucking girlfriend or something? Am I supposed to change my entire fucking schedule just for you?"

Your tightened shoulders began to relax, furious emotions simmering down to the last drop. Shaking your head disappointingly, you grab your keys off of the counter adjacent to you, strutting out the door without a single mutter being said on your behalf.

Anger wasn't what you had felt at the moment. You didn't want to argue back with her, she said what she said, and there was no changing it on her part. You knew she regretted saying it as soon as your gaze falls upon her softening eyes, her arms reaching out as you walk out the door, repeating the same words over and over.

"Y/n I'm sorry you know I didn't mean it. Y/n come on please. Y/n I'm sorry, really", she had begged, pleading for you to come back.

Ultimately, that is what led you to where you are now, sitting at a local club, three or four shots surrounding your presence that random men or woman had bought you.

You never do this. You were never the person to go clubbing, however with all of the contradicting feelings floating around in your hazardous mind, you assumed this would be the best decision to finally let loose and forget about her.

On the other hand, Jennie didn't know what to do. She tried calling one of her closest friends and ask for their advice on what she should do, yet to her dismay her friend failed to pick up on the other line, leaving Jennie in a puddle of thoughts she was forced to deal with herself.

She brushed her hair back with her fingers, sighing as she looked up at the ceiling, contemplating on what she should do to make it up to you. She had already tried calling and texting you multiple times, nevertheless she received no response, as she expected.

Thinking back, Jennie knew there was so many better ways to handle the situation, but in the heat of the moment, like she would always do, her emotions got the best of her, and to gain privates end, she shouted such hateful words towards you, knowing it was wrong.

Jennie decided it had been enough standing around before she grabs her keys and starts out the door, immediately racing to her car and hoping into the drivers seat.

First, she stopped at one of your closest friends house, Sana, and asked if you had possibly came by, however Sana shook her head and gave her other places to check around the town.

Next, following Sana's orders, Jennie drove to one of your favorite libraries, a place you would always resort to when your day wasn't as pleasant as others. Nonetheless, after searching through the libraries interior, you had yet to be there as well.

Jennie drove to numerous other places, continuing to call your cell in the mean time, and failing to find you in all areas she checked. As she drove by yet another place you enjoyed going to, Jennie heard a ding coming from her phone, immediately picking it up in hopes it was you.

She looked down at the screen, frowning as she realized it was only Sana, however her eyes lighting up as she begins to read the text that had been sent to her.

I just checked Y/n's location on Snapchat and it said that she was at that club by her house. I would go check on her.

After reading what was sent, Jennie places her phone next to her and almost instantly races to the designated direction, not a care in the world that she might have cut in front of a couple cars and sneakily ran a red light.

Finally Jennie arrived at the club, slamming the car door shut and running towards the entrance, ignoring the irritated hollers she would recieve as she pushed herself through the crowd of people. She quickly holds her ID up for the bouncer before she moves inside, uncomfortably loud music and horrific smelling men invading her senses.

She turns her head left and right, desperately searching in every direction for where you could be. As she walks through the mobs of drunken people, a certain laugh she could easily recognize passes by her ears. Her head perks, following the direction of your laugh, shoving her way towards your sound as hurriedly as she could.

Finally her eyes fall upon the back of your head, your gorgeous hair she's admired for so long flowing down your shoulders. She smiles out of relief and makes her way over to you, breathing heavily, her nerves beginning to suddenly rise.

"Y/n I need to talk with y-"

You turn around at the recognition of her voice, only for Jennie to realize a dark haired woman sitting next to you, way too close for her liking. You roll your eyes once your gaze falls on hers, turning back to the woman you had been talking to, moving just a smidge closer, knowing that Jennie doesn't like what she sees.

"Who's this?" Jennie asks defensively, walking towards your figure and standing by your side, a face written of straight jealousy.

"Why do you care? It's not like we're girlfriends, isn't that right?" You tilt your head, reciprocating what the woman had said to you not even a couple hours before.

Jennie knows the reason behind your words, and it felt only worse now that you were confronting her about it. She knew you were upset, and she knew that the two of you had a lot of talking to do, nonetheless, a random attractive lady attached to your side was not what Jennie was expecting you to respond with.

"Y/n, I know your mad, but please can we just talk this out?" Jennie begs, her heart aching with not only regret, but her jealousy burning within. She wanted you away from that woman. She wanted you away from this nasty club, where anyone and everyone wouldn't hesitate to take a chance on you, as proved by the woman not too far from her. It was unfair for Jennie to feel like this, after she had just got done yelling at you for being so invasive, and yet she stood there next to you, wishing she could rip you away from all of the vile men and woman eye-fucking you in every possible direction.

"I'm not talking anything out with you Jennie. You were right, we aren't dating, so we should stop acting like we are." You turn to your side, attention once more engrossed on the woman by your side, Lisa, she said her name was.

"Listen Y/n... I know what I said was wrong, and it's completely my fault, but I mean it when I say that I could not be more sorry for what I said to you. It was wrong and hurtful, and I just beg you to let me take you back home so we can talk it out." Jennie inches towards you, wanting nothing more than that pestering black haired woman to see that you were hers and nobody else's. She wants these people, staring ever-so indiscreetly, to realize that you are taken by someone else... her.

"Jennie", you say to her, your tone sounding as if there was nothing left inside of it, and truth be told, there wasn't. "Why don't you just leave me alone. Go sit somewhere else and find a nice girl to talk with."

"I'm not doing that Y/n! I want you to come with me, plea-". Just before Jennie could finish her sentence, a hand makes it's way to her chest, pushing her back slowly as a figure begins to arise in front of her.

"Why don't you just back off. She said to leave her alone." The woman, Lisa, who had been sitting by your side as she witnessed the entire argument unfold, finally says as she stands in between you and Jennie.

At that, enrage instantly shoots through Jennie's body, her face turning a deep red and her head looking as though smoke could blow out of it at any second, similar to those silly cartoons animated for little kids.

"Who the fuck are you?" Jennie stands tall, stepping closer to the woman with no shame in the slightest. "I don't know who you fucking think you are but-".

"Jennie!" You shout, snagging her attention away from the woman. If you hadn't stopped her at that, who knows what kind of terrible words would pridefully spill off her tongue. "Go sit somewhere else and relax yourself. I don't want you near me right now."

And Jennie did just that, no other choice at hand, and the sting of vexation even now coursing through her veins. She watched as you threw your head back in laughter, hand resting upon the other woman's shoulder as you responded in just the way that woman hoped you would. Her arm was wrapped loosely around your waist, a drink occupying her other as she arrogantly flirted her way through the conversation.

Jennie couldn't stand to watch it, but she knew if she was to go up to you and say something then it would only make the matter worse. Instead, she sat there and watched you, her eyes never leaving your figure. She couldn't leave, not until she knew you were safely back in the comfort of your own home, no stupid little annoying chick chaperoning you.

Jennie sat there for almost an hour until she finally sees you stand up, however the same woman by your side begins to follow you out of the club. Jennie instantaneously rises from her seat, rushing to follow you out of the door and to wherever you planned on going.

Letting her thoughts get the best of her once again, Jennie runs ahead of you and stops in her tracks, turning to face you and the woman.

"What are you doing?" Jennie asks, worry and jealousy evident in her tone.

"What does it look like? I'm going back to my house with her", you say confidently, almost as if this entire situation was merely aimed to get on every last nerve of Jennie's.

"No you aren't Y/n. Please just let me take you home." Jennie's eyes drop to your hand, noticing how its intertwined with the other woman's, holding it unyieldingly.

"Jennie I know you're upset but just-". Your immediately cut by a strong pair of lips being pushed against yours, retracing them back to Jennie's, and you feel her hand slide to your waist, pulling you tighter to her and away from the woman behind you. She continues to kiss you, her hand sneaking down to yours and ripping Lisa's hand right out of your grasp, replacing it with her own.

"Y/n, please, give me a chance to talk to you", Jennie speaks softly, her lips retracting from yours. Lisa begins to back away, feeling out of place, and deciding it would be best for her to go back to where she had been before.

Jennie leans her forehead against yours, eyes brimming with tears as her hold on your waist stays as tight as it has been.

"Let me take you home ok? We can sit down on your couch, I'll make you something yummy to eat and we can go from there."

Your eyes begin to water as well, various different thoughts coursing through your brain on what to think and what you should say. You want to push away from her, but truthfully, you couldn't find yourself to do it.

"I thought I meant nothing to you Jennie. You made it sound like what we had was just a stupid little fling to you", you ease into Jennie's arms and allow your voice to become soft, tired of all the yelling and hatred that has been passed around throughout the night.

"Y/n. You mean everything to mean. Please don't let those stupid stuff that I said to you earlier make you think otherwise-"

"How do I know you mean it Jennie?" Your tears begin to spill against the concrete, voice shattering, lips trembling. Jennie's heart aches for you. She hates seeing you like this. It breaks her more than it breaks you, and even though you don't realize the effect it has on her, she knows deep down that your feelings mean more to her than her own.

"Because I love you Y/n. I've loved you every since this thing that we had started. I never wanted to admit it, not so soon, but if that's what it takes to convince you that I mean it, then that's what I'm going to do." Jennie admits lowly, her voice shaking and her self confidence rapidly dropping.

Words can't describe the amount of emotions soaring through you at the moment. You want to be mad at Jennie, but hearing her admit such a thing, hearing her say what you have wanted to say all along, only causes you to forget everything else that had gone wrong before. You rid the words she had previously said to the back of your mind, something that could be discussed later on, and your hands make there way to the back of Jennie's neck, pulling her towards you in one swift motion as you press your lips to hers.

Almost as if its a custom routine, Jennie holds your body close to hers, instantly kissing you back, feeling as the grip you have on her neck fails to get any looser. Her lips slide in between yours, savoring every last moment before you pull away, lips still inches from hers, whispering the words she been hoping to hear for months passed.

"I love you too."

This was honestly so bad but I wanted to get this request done cuz I have a lot haha, I don't mind though, please keep them coming!! I love you all!!

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envyaina · 11 months

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chapter one. | j.jk x reader

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“Why are you always so annoying?” he says, leaning back against the wall, arms crossed as he stares at you, waiting for an answer.

You choose to ignore him. Closing your eyes and throwing your head back, already trying to stop the tears that you know are eventually going to come down. He seems to notice and scoffs.

“God, why are you so sensitive? Stop fucking ignoring me and talk to me!” he yells, slamming his hand backward into the wall, causing you to jump.

“Can you just stop and shut up? Seriously, I don’t want to argue with you right now. All I asked was where were you.” you said, still knowing this conversation was far from over causing you to sigh.

His eyes dart in your direction and he lets out an audible sigh, “Excuse me? Shut up? You’re really going to disrespect me like that? This is why you have no fucking friends. You’re disrespectful as fuck.”

You immediately look at him, eyebrows scrunching up before you stand up. “I have fucking friends. You ran away half of them, but I still have many by my side. You barely have friends because they know you’re crazy.”

His face contorts in anger, taking a step away from the wall as he lets his arms fall at his side. “I’m crazy? Me? You’re insane for talking to me like that. I’m doing everything I do for you and you are seriously treating me like this?”

You laugh, “You don’t do shit but scream at me over nothing!”

“You should be thankful I put up with you. You’re useless, and without me, you’d be nothing but a crying mess on the street,” he says, coming closer and poking a finger at your chest.

You pushed him back, taking a step back to create more space between you. “You’re so insecure that you have to pick on a woman because you can’t take up a man. Hell, you aren’t a man either. Real men don’t do this stupid shit. Without me, you wouldn’t be anything.”

He pushes you forcefully onto the couch and his voice grows louder as he hovers over you. “You think you’re tough, huh? How about you tell me that again? Without me, you’re nothing. Don’t you understand that? I could have any goddamn woman I wanted, and you should feel privileged I chose you.”

You stand up, angrily punching his chest then pushing him back as you point your finger at him “You’re the useless one, And fine, have anyone else. I would be happy to have you gone. Anyone else who puts up with you is as equally dumb as you are. You think leaving me would affect me but it won’t. I would be so fucking happy if you just left me alone forever. I’m everything you aren’t. That’s why you pick on me.”

“You know what?” He says before he puts his hands on your shoulder and gets close to your face. “Maybe I will leave you. I’ve had enough of listening to your goddamn mouth that screams and begs for attention. I could just find myself a younger and prettier woman in a second, or hell, I could just have a one-night stand with all the bitches that are always staring at me. What are you going to do then, huh?”

You shrug and smirk at him, “I wouldn’t do anything. I would enjoy my time away from you very happily. So go ahead, sleep with anyone you want, or leave me for someone else. You’ll be doing me a favor.”

“Well, then that’s what I’m going to do.” He starts backing away, but then he stops himself and grabs your shoulders again, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall with a lot of force. “Shut up, okay?” He says as he presses his body to yours, pinning you against the wall as his eyes widen and his tone gets louder and angrier. “Don’t you give me that attitude, or I swear your life will get worse than it already is. Just remember I’m the one in charge, got it?”

You look up at him into his eyes, “No. I don’t get it. You aren’t in charge. I don’t know who you think you are but you aren’t who you think you are at all.”

“How dare you speak to me like that?” he says getting even closer, pressing himself on you with even more force. “I’m in charge, and you know it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be with me. You wouldn’t be wasting time with someone that treats you like garbage… and you wouldn’t enjoy it.” He sees the tears starting to form in your eyes and he smirks.

“Oh please, I try to leave but you always come back with bullshit. I can’t without you finding me and dragging me back to this fucking place. One day I’ll move states, even countries to be happier away from you.” you say pointing your finger into his chest.

“Do you think you can get away from me?” He looks down at your finger pointed at my chest as he laughs madly. “I'll never let you go, ever. There's no way you can escape me. You'll be stuck with me forever. Even if you do move states or countries, I'll find a way to make you come back. You won't get away from me. And deep down, you know you're addicted to how I treat you.”

“I’m not.” You laugh, but deep down you know he’s right. “You say I’m useless? But you want to track me down and make sure I never leave? I guess I'm not so useless if you want to do all of this to make sure I don’t leave.”

“No one will ever have you the way I do, okay? Even if they say they want you, they don't. When you cry at night because I ignore you, no one will be there to comfort you. When you feel lonely, no one will be there to hold you. When you feel empty and useless, no one, and I mean no one, will be there to fill you. I'm the only person you have.” He smirks playfully, and then he looks at your face, expecting you to tell him how much you need him.

You laugh at that. “You don’t know that half of the stuff I do huh? You don’t know how many men text me every day, begging to fuck me? Threatening to kill you just to have me? how many men stay up at night comforting me and making me feel happier than I am with you? I am very useful actually. I have many people who would love to hold me, love me, and have me.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs.”What a funny joke.” He backs up a little and crosses his arms, his face showing a look of superiority. “Sure, sure, many men want to be with you. Keep dreaming.” He

pats your head playfully. “What are those men going to do? Love you as I do? Give you protection and happiness as I do? No one will ever make you feel as good as I make you feel.”

“They do it better. And it’s not a lie, if you go through my phone it’s all you’ll see. All the love I receive from everyone else that’s not you.” You say, hoping he believes you through the lies.

He laughs. “Yeah, sure, sure, darling.” He approaches you and caresses your face, his tone sounds a bit softer. “Look, don't get the wrong idea about these men. They want your body, that's all they want. Not your heart and your love. They want a night with you, but I want a life with you.”

You slap his hand away and walk away to your room. “That’s what you think. You are the only one who wants me for my body. You’re a fucking creep.”

“How would you know what they want? They just see you as easy and a chance to get laid.” He walks towards you, as he puts his arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Don't be so sure of yourself. They only take you as a joke, they don't care about you or your feelings.” He looks at you with a warm smile. “Only I do. But sure, if you really want to experience someone else's touch, go ahead. You'll soon come back to me after those men throw you away.”

You laugh at him again. “Oh, but I won’t!” You start grabbing a suitcase. “I’ll live my life man free and be happy! Being alone might be what’s best for me anyways. I don’t need a partner to feel loved, but I’m not sure about you.”

“Good luck with that, darling. No one will be there for you, remember that.” He takes the suitcase away from you, and he grabs your hips to hold you against him. “Are you really going to leave, babe?” His tone switches from a caring voice to a harsh tone. “You wouldn't last a minute in this world without me. And please, let me just hold you for a second longer. We've been together for so long.”

You remove him from your waist and you turn around to face him. “I survived without you before and I’ll do it again. And you can keep all of this shit. I’ll start brand new. New clothes, new hair, new home, new everything so I don’t have to be reminded what I dealt with before I was genuinely happy.”

He rolls his eyes and laughs. “You're so sure you'll be happy like this. But, what happens when you realize it's all empty? When you're so lonely and empty you start crying every night? Who will be there to comfort you? How will you fill the emptiness?” He looks at you, trying to put some sense in your head, but he feels you're being so stubborn.

“I don’t need anyone but myself. You think you fucked me up but you didn’t. You will be the one alone at night, crying from being alone, crying from having no one, crying from regret. You track me down for a reason.” You smirk at your last words.

“Yeah, right. Who will you call when you feel lonely? If not me, you'll call your mother just to cry all the tears you still have in your eyes. Even your mother can't handle your drama.” He looks at you and laughs again, but his tone is starting to get angrier and louder. “Do you think you can survive by yourself? Let's see how that works out...”

“We will.” you say before starting to make your way to the door.

“You're really leaving me?” he says, watching you moving towards the door. “Fine, fine, have it your way. But before you go, come here. Give me one last kiss.”

You laugh before grabbing the doorknob and turning back to him. “Oh please. Kiss my ass. Fuck you.” You say before turning the doorknob to leave.

“Damn, you really can't just leave politely and do one little thing.” He looks at you and sighs. “I don't understand why you're so mad. Why can't you be thankful that I cared enough to be with you? To love you? You know, a lot of guys would be with you just to use your body. But I wanted you, all of you.” After saying that, his voice breaks, and tears start forming his my eyes. “Why are you so angry at me for loving you? What's wrong with you?”

“So now you are going to try and guilt trip me? Your tricks are so stupid. Quit the act. You’re a grown man act like it. You don’t love me. You love abusing me.”

“Abusing you?” His voice sounds softer again, and he looks at you as if he was feeling offended by your words. “I've never abused you, ever. Don’t ever say that. I would never put my hands on you like that. You're just exaggerating because you don't like the truth. I've told you before, I do these things because I care. I care about you more than you think.“

“You don’t fucking care. I hope you find out what’s wrong with you. I hope you get the help you need. You’re ridiculous.” You finally get to your car and open the door.

He grabs your arm and his voice becomes harsher. “You don't get to walk away whenever you want to. You're not going anywhere. You're staying here with me. His face shows pure anger now, and tears drop from his eyes. “You're just another dumb, worthless woman who can't think for herself. He then smiles and starts talking but with a warmer tone. “Don't you remember all the good things I've done for you? The gifts? The food? The love I've given you?”

“You never gave me love, what are you talking about?” you say, turning around to face him as you lean against your car.

“See how you can't just appreciate the love I give you? You've got the memory of a goldfish. That time I cooked you dinner and you loved it? Remember? All those times I made you laugh and smile with my jokes? Or what about that time you were sad and I was there for you.” He puts his hands on your cheek, still holding your arm. “You need to recognize everything I've done for you.”

“I’m leaving. You haven’t done nothing but mess me up. Like i said, I hope you have a good life. I hope one of the girls who want you so bad and you have a good life. Hopefully you start a family and change.” you say pushing his hand off of you and turning to unlock you car.

He grabs your arm again harder. “You don't get to leave like that. Not before I tell you what you need to hear. You're making a mistake, you know. Just don't come running back to me when you find out how hard it is to live without a man, alright? Good luck with finding a man to take care of you. Because you wouldn't survive for a week without a man.” He shakes his head. “How can you expect to have kids or a family, when you can't even keep yourself together?”

You slap his hand and get into your car, immediately locking the doors. You roll the window down a little so you can continue talking. “I’m not making a mistake. The only mistake I made was saying yes when you asked me to be your girlfriend.” You put your keys in the ignition. “I don’t need a man to be happy, why don’t you understand? I would prefer to be alone anyways.”

“You just say it. But you don't know how it feels.” He crosses his arms and looks at you through the window, before getting closer so I can talk while looking at your face. “It's always the same. First, you don't need a man, and then you cry every night wondering where some guy is. You won't know how miserable you'll be, until you actually go through with this and feel the loneliness. You'll come back, believe me.” He smirks at you and chuckles. “You'll come back crying in your pillow.”

“I won’t. I’ll be far far away, living life single. Going on as many dates as i want. Fuckinh whoever i want. Loving whoever i want. And being as happy as i want. You are the one who’s going to be miserable.” you say, leaning back into your seat.

“So I'm going to be miserable because I don't sleep with strangers?” He laughs and shakes his head. “Good luck with that, darling. It's not that bad to be alone. I would be okay with that. It's not like you are the love of my life... I can get an even better woman than you, if that's what I want.” He tries to laugh again but he can’t. It’s starting to hit him. “God, you’re really leaving me, aren’t you?”

You roll up the window up and you smile at him through the window before waving goodbye. “Have fun.” you say before putting the car into drive.

He grabs onto the door handle, holding onto the door as you're about to drive off. “Wait, no. Just a second more.” His tone goes back to the sad one, and tears drop down his cheeks. “Please... don't leave. Don't go... I beg you. I'm sorry... For everything. For making you feel sad.” He looks at you through the glass with all the sadness in his eyes.

You stare at him, shaking your head at his behavior.

“Please... Come back. I don't want to be alone. I don't know what to do by myself. I can't stand being alone. Please, can we just talk and fix this.” He puts his hands on his face and looks at you. “I'm so sorry, I'll be more considerate next time. Please, don't leave me alone.” He starts hitting the window with his hands, as he doesn’t want you to go.

“Stop hitting my fucking window you psycho!” you yell to him through the window.

“Don't yell at me! This is all your fault! Why did you have to make me upset? I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry... Please... Don't leave...” He hits the window again, as the emotions overcome his body. “What am I going to do alone? What is this feeling?” He’s now having a hard time breathing. “ I don't know how to live without you. I need you. I need you, just come back.” he whines, tears falling from my eyes onto the window.

“You’re pathetic. Didn’t you say you can find a better woman than me? Well go find her.” you say before finally preparing to drive off. Putting on your seatbelt and adjusting your seat.

He hits the window a few more times before giving up on stopping you from leaving. “You're right, I don't know why I'm stopping you. Just leave, go live your life...” He lets go of the door handle and looks at you at the window. “Just don't ask me to take you in when you're all alone at night because the feeling is too much to bear.” He says, laughing a bit before turning to leave, still crying a bit.

You laugh too. Staring at him walking away as you then focus in front of you, finally pushing the gas to go.

He stares at your car as you leave. Tears falling down his cheeks as he slowly get on his knees. He takes his phone out of his pocket and calls you for the last time.

You ignore them, grabbing your phone only to text your friend.

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