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twisted-fics · 5 years

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Solving a mystery

(Gonna be kind of cracky and will feature a personal ship of mine, if you don't like the ship it's ok, just please try and enjoy)

Leona talked as he sat with Ruggie in the lounge when suddenly Kalim ran over.

"Guys you're not gonna believe what I just saw!!" Kalim explained while trying to catch his breath.

"Well if we're not gonna believe it what's the point in telling us?" Leona asked.

Kalim sighed, "Just lis-"

"What's this? Do I hear gossip?"

The four of them looked over to see Vil with Rook and Epel.

"Yes! It's crazy!"

Vil pulled up chairs for him, Rook and Epel, having them all sit, "Well Kalim, spill the tea won't you?"

"But I don't have any tea."

"Not actual tea, what's the thing you saw?"

"Oh that! Yeah, I saw Professor Crewel trying to seduce Coach Vargas in the staff room."

Ruggie began coughing as he choked on his sandwich, "W-what the hell did you say…?!"

"Professor Crewel was trying to seduce-"

"Ok ok we get it, we heard you." Leona said as he helped Ruggie stop choking.

Vil smirked, "Well I'd love to hear more, tell me everything you saw"

"Ok so I was walking to the staff room because Jamil said I needed to deliver my dorm leader paperwork."

~Flashback~

'Ugh! Why do I have to deliver paperwork?! Jamil should be doing this' Kalim thought to himself as he walked through the halls of the college.

He soon arrived at the staff room and opened the door a crack before stopping as he watched the scene before him.

"D-Divus please, not right now…"

"Oh come on, I know you want me, I've seen how you look at me between classes~"

Divus brought his hand up and began unzipping Ashton's tracksuit top while Ashton bit his lip.

"How about my office after classes end for today, or better yet, my house~?"

Kalim dropped the papers and ran out.

~End of Flashback~

"Woah, I've heard about Professor Crewel having tons of partners but I didn't know he was so bold he'd go after Coach." Leona said, smirking.

"Ah, you know, one time during archery Professor Crewel came and grabbed Coach Vargas and when he came back Coach was blushing from ear to ear and he couldn't focus on teaching us." Rook explained.

A giggle came from behind them, "They must be something like friends with benefits right~?"

They all saw Lilia standing there.

Epel and Ruggie looked at him confused, asking at the same time, "Friends with benefits? What's-"

Both of them got their mouths covered by their dorm leaders, who shushed them.

"It's nothing, we'll tell you both when you're older." Vil said as he pet Epel's head.

Ruggie sighed, "But we're both legal adu-"

"The apple said we'll tell you when you're older so we'll tell you when you're older."

"Anyway, we should figure out what they're up to!" Lilia exclaimed.

"They're probably still in the staff room so we should check there." Vil said.

The eight of them stood outside the staff room, thinking of a plan.

"We can't just go in and start talking to them, they could get suspicious." Vil said.

"If we say we want to suggest new sports to Coach Vargas he might listen to us." Lilia suggested

"Well I don't want to do it, I don't know a thing about sports!" Kalim exclaimed.

"I can do it, seeing as I'm a part of the archery team." Rook said.

"Me and Ruggie can too, we're in his martial arts class." Leona suggested.

"Right, you three get in there while we watch!" Lilia said.

Rook, Leona and Ruggie walked into the staff room awkwardly as both Divus and Ashton looked up to see them.

"Ah, do you boys need something?" Divus asked

Ruggie scratched the back of his head, "We uh…thought we'd talk to Coach about some sports to add for club options and stuff."

Divus stood up, "Well alright if you don't need me I'll be going then, I have to get back to my classroom anyway."

"See you later ba-er, Divus…" Ashton said, blushing as he changed what he was saying.

Divus smirked, "Bye handsome~"

The other three looked at each other, sharing confused looks as Ashton cleared his throat, his cheeks still a bit pink, "So you boys wanted to talk about sports?"

“U-Uh, yeah...sports…” Rook said awkwardly.

Lilia huffed as he watched the three boys leave the staff room, “So we did all that for nothing? You were supposed to try and ask if he has a relationship with Divus!”

“Sorry, he left and we all didn’t know what to say.” Leona said as he crossed his arms.

Vil sighed, “Well, we’ll need someone else who would know about their relationship, maybe another teacher.”

Epel tugged slightly on Vil's blazer, “Even if we did ask, I don’t think they would be willing to tell us, Professor Trien would probably tell us to mind our own business and Sam would make us buy something or use voodoo on us.”

"Well that's a price I'm willing to pay! Let's go!" Kalim laughed.

"Welcome, how may I help you?" Sam said as the group walked in.

Vil put his hand on the counter, "We need to know something, we'll pay any price."

Sam smiled widely, "Ahh~, well you've come to the right place, I'll tell you anything you want as long as it isn't considered wrong within school rules, but you're right, it'll cost you."

"What's the price magic man?" Leona asked.

"You have to help me in the shop for a certain amount of time depending on what you ask me, the more personal the longer you work."

The eight boys looked at each other, none of them wanted to work in Sam's shop but they also wanted an answer.

Sam then laughed, "Alright don't look at each other like that, I already know what you want to know, but how about I tell you a story from a few days ago and then I'll give you a proper answer to your question?"

"Yes please!" Kalim said excitedly.

~Flashback~

Sam hummed as he carried some boxes to the shop but he stopped as he began to hear noises coming from a classroom, noises of kissing, low grunts and moans.

Divus' voice came through the door, "I…I really needed this, we haven't done this in forever~"

Next came Ashton's, "I know, I've been so busy lately, even if we only get to do this a few times a month, I wish we could do it more."

"Well maybe we need to be in a more serious relationship~"

"I'd love for that to be the case but if the students knew about us we'd never hear the end of it."

"Who cares what they think? Besides you've talked about moving in together and to the students we'll just be roommates~"

"I think you're right."

~End of Flashback~

"Then what?" Vil asked.

"Nothing else, I left to take the things to the shop."

"They must really be friends with benefits then." Leona sighed.

Ruggie looked up at Leona, "Again, Leona what does that mean?"

"Shush kiddo, I said I'll tell you when you're older."

Kalim huffed, "Anyway! You said you'd tell us the story and then give us the answer so tell us!"

Sam laughed, "Well, the best thing you can do…is ask them about their relationship yourselves."

"Are you serious?! All that for nothing?!" Kalim shouted.

Leona sighed, "Well, he's right, let's just go ask."

Divus and Ashton stood next to each other while standing under a tree just outside the school.

"So, some students said they wanted to talk about sports but then barely said anything?" Divus asked.

Ashton nodded, "Yep, I don't know what was wrong, they just wouldn't really talk as soon as you left the room."

Divus laughed and kissed his cheek, "Maybe they were intimidated by you."

"May-"

"THERE!"

The two staff members turned their heads to see the eight boys running towards them.

Ashton blew his whistle making them all stop in place as he walked over to them.

"Boys what's going on? Is everything ok?"

Kalim, while still panting managed to say, "We…we just wanted to ask you…what's your relationship with Professor Crewel…?"

"We were supposed to ease into it Kalim!" Vil shouted.

"Ah let the guy be fruit bowl." Leona responded.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"You heard me."

"Oh you're dead!"

"Try it."

"I-"

Divus began clapping his hands as he walked over, "Alright, that's enough, Break it up."

Vil and Leona sighed and nodded.

"But what about our question?" Vil asked.

Divus smiled, "Well, if you all must know…"

Without another word Divus gently grabbed Ashton's chin and pulled him down, kissing his lips sweetly then pulling away.

"We've been dating for two years now."

Ashton wrapped an arm around Divus' waist, while blushing, "We've known each other for a while”

Lilia smiled, "Oh good, so you're not friends with benefits."

Lilia received two smacks on the back of the head from Vil and Leona, making him laugh, “Alright Alright I’ll stop corrupting your kids!”

“Where did you guys get that idea about us?” Divus asked.

“Well, Kalim saw you trying to seduce Coach and we had heard some rumors about you sleeping around a lot and then Sam told us about how you were making out in a classroom a few days ago so we didn’t know what to think.” Leona answered.

Ashton chuckled, “Well, Divus isn’t exactly subtle about what he wants once classes end or when we’re alone.”

“Gross…” Ruggie grunted.

“Well if we’re done, let’s just go.” Kalim said.

And the eight of them left.

#twisted wonderland #divus crewel #ashton vargas #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #lilia vanrouge #sam #god i fucked up the ending

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shkeitout · 7 years

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martin/adaline

i kind of have this headcanon that like, basically martin has been spending every moment past last summer trying to help adaline? because he knows there’s nothing that can bring their child back, but he wants to support her in any way he can. like idk, you know i’m a total sucker for the people who have been best friends for all eternity tbh, so i kind of imagined they’d at least been friends since the beginning of high school for her? like okay idk if they do this at your school, but in america some schools assign like an older student to show you around campus when you get there, and i had this headcanon that martin was assigned to adaline, and they kind of hit it off really quickly? like he’s super friendly and kind, so he invited her to a party that night (and ended up kissing her by the end of the night, what a champ :*) and then he took her on a proper date soon after, whiiiich led to them dating for forever now.

and like, they’ve been through everything together, really. and they’re incredibly supportive of each other, and the thing that’s absolutely killing martin, is that this is something he can’t fix :( like, he knows it’s going to take time and he wants to help kshdksah so i don’t think he’s pressured her for anything sexually, and he brings her tea in the mornings because she prefers that and he always is there supporting her at her dancing things. basically, they’re distant but they’re starting to get better, because while they’re both CLEARLY still grieving, she’s starting to get interested in more than just dancing again and they’re having their familiar banter and are kissing :$ and they’ve started fooling around again, and it’s better? like not 100% again but getting there

edmund/malena

so, i sort of think edmund and malena grew up together? like they both come from the same city and things, and like. they were sort of the couple that everyone looked at and was like “fuck, they’ll end up together” sort of like nate & blair you know, except i think that edmund (UNLIKE NATE WHO IS A FUCKBOY) never really questioned it? like, she was as much his best friend as he is hers, so it was like ‘well, if i end up with malena, i’ll be happy’ because he will be and he knows that kshakdh

and i don’t think like, edmund’s a serial cheater or anything or that it was even like a ‘wow i really like eliana’ thing? like, i don’t want them to be a sideship so i think like.. it was something that didn’t really mean anything? like it obviously meant something bc friendsies but it was mostly probably just like malena had left for the summer and they’d been weird and he was drunk and lonely at some society thing and they ended up fucking because eliana is frisky always and he was hot and she might as well try it once ya know :o but afterwards, i think they both felt pretty shitty about it because like, they were all friends and they’d done this super shitty thing to malena who was in like france for the summer??

so i think edmund told malena when she came back from france, and obviously she was super mad and hurt :c and didn’t really trust him again for a while >:( but she forgave him because they were so close before??? and he’s her first love and i think he was kind of really sweet and didn’t get annoyed when she got jealous and there’s still some issues but these assholes are working it out

august/brooke

mm, so my idea for august and brooke is kind of hard to explain because i don’t have it 100% worked out?? but basically, august used to be the boy who experimented with everything?? drugs, sex, etc. and i think like, he tends to get addicted to things.. like not like drug addictions bc he wont let himself!! but like, hes’ incredibly addicted to brooke because he always wants to be around her, but i also think he’s guarded bc his mom cheated on his dad when he was younger, so he doesn’t trust women really? which probably lead to him being a bit of a womanizer before he ended up with brooke??

i think like, lowkey he was always attracted to brooke? because she’s hot and he’s known her forever, and i think he was always teasing her, trying to hit on her and convince her to get high w/ him and end up riding his cock ;) bc let’s face it, he likes high sex a loooooooot and she was always saying no, but last summer, i think like, she finally was like omg fine and they ended up hooking up at some party? and like he was totally like nah one time thing but then it happened and he realized how hot she really was and how good she was, so he made it a two time thing and then a three.. and then somehow he realized there were feelings??

and people obviously were like omg date you idiots but i think brooke probably didn’t think august really would want that??? bc obviously august didnt think that so she was always like lol no we’re just fucking!! but then he finally was like fuck and asked her on a date bc he realized you don’t keep a girl like brooke without putting in some fucking effort, but every once in a while this boy is an idiot and just disappears emotionally and i think it frustrates brooke a bit bc like, she has a lot of feelings for him and she knows he does too, but neither of them will fucking talk about it because theyRE STUPID AS FUCK even tho they’ve definitely said i love you, they just don’t say it all the time

eliana/matthias

basically, i have this idea that like eliana and matthias are both kind of dumb and don’t talk about their feelings?? like, they both fuck around with npcs a lot, and obviously eliana fucked edmund last summer and matthias definitely knows and gave her a lot of shit about it :c bc he’s rude even tho he’s probabyl a hypocrite bc he’s probably screwed someone who was taken

the biggest thing about both of them is that more or less, they both like to have control? especially eliana, because she’s obsessed with perfection and keeping up the perfect appearance wHICH MATTHIAS IS A LITTLE SHIT AND LIKES TO FUCK UP!! like, eliana has an eating disorder bc she’s so focused on being perfect at any cost and he knows that, and i think he does try to be supportive bc friendsies first :$ but in a lot of ways, he does want to kind of unravel her world a little bit c:

the one thing i am 100% certain about is like, i want them to have each other’s virginities?? because like, that’s both of their excuses for why they always end up back in the other’s bed when they don’t do repeats with anyone else? at least it’s eliana’s tbh?? bc i think like, when they were in high school, matthias more or less seduced eliana bc she was this perfect little princess who ran around in skirts and was always teasing everyone and he wanted a taste whoops and she went with it bc bad boy who was hot and like.. they had lil crushes that they wouldn’t admit to and still rly dont bc dUMB

everyone!!

so basically, the idea i was thinking of is that maybe perhaps we do move where this academy is located, and make it in manhattan?? because i do like the idea of them just being able to roam the city, and most of them are rich kids who are probably from the city - and the one exception (so far, unless you protest) is martin because i want the majority of them to have known each other for forever, really. like having grown up in similar social circles and ya know

out of the girls, i believe that eliana & adaline are the closest?? because i think like, one of the girls (maybe eliana) had their mom leave when they were pretty young, and the other had a dad who left too?? so their parents sort of ended up together, and it was when the girls were maybe four or five, so it was still to the point where they genuinely did grow up together? and i think like, when they have a secret, the other girl is the first one they turn to and talk to about it, because for them, they are truly sisters :$ so i think like, eliana knows about adaline’s miscarriage when basically no one else does and she’s really there for her with all of it, and the same goes for adaline knowing about eliana’s eating disorder :( like, it’s something she does her best to help because she’s talked to eliana about it enough to understand why she does it kshdkh

i sort of have the idea that brooke and malena are relatively close too? like i know that malena gravitates more towards brooke esp because of what happened with edmund/eliana because she doesn’t want to make adaline pick sides and i’m pretty sure that like she wants to punch eliana in the nose really because fuck her!! but i do think she gets along well with adaline, she’s just closer to brooke because they have more in common and ya know martin not liking edmund puts a damper on that bc no cute double dates rip

i don’t think martin particularly likes edmund? like, it’s sort of a early nate’s attitude towards dan scenario, where its just like who the fuck are u because here’s some guy who wasn’t a part of their circle growing up who’s somehow ended up in all of it and it’s just like k bye go away esp bc martin is very… moral and tends to get annoyed when the others do shit to people and like within the group it’s not rly a secret that edmund cheated on malena lIKE A FUCKBOY even tho i love edmund ill sit

obviously martin’s best friend is matthias? because in a way, they have very opposite temparaments and things?? like they’re very different, because martin is the responsible adult and matthias is a bit more ‘let’s go out and get drunk at a bar’ and having fun sort of guy, and martin is the one who more or less keeps him in check? like it’s very much the dynamic where they balance each other out, but at the end of the day, i think that they would do anything for each other??

i think august likes edmund?? like they’re probably pretty close out of all of the boys :) because like, yeah august doesn’t always agree with every decision edmund makes but he sort of is a bit of devil’s advocate and has defended him on enough occasions where it’s like ok i like u :* except not kissing bc they arent gay but u know!! like, i sort of envisioned august as being the sort to get into fights frequently because he’s a smartass and like edmund is a really good friend (in my mind pls) and he’s always there to kind of have his back and fight people off for him!!

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ouraidengray4 · 7 years

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Why Not Everyone Is Worth Forgiving

Have you ever seen two kids have an argument? As a teacher, I mediate kid arguments all the time, and man, is it a fast process. Usually, I just listen to each kid yell their grievances at me (Why are you shouting? I’M NOT SHOUTING!), then I get to demand they apologize to each other, and enjoy what is almost always an instantaneous resolution. When you’re a kid, forgiveness is usually the cheapest, easiest thing in the world; it’s a hug, a laugh, and, boom, instant friendship!

It doesn’t always come so easily though, even for kids. I remember when I was in elementary school, a friend of mine told me she had a sister and months later, I found out it wasn’t true at all. Boy, was I mad. I didn’t speak to her again until middle school, when she totally called me out on it in the locker room, that I had refused to forgive her for such a stupid, little thing. There I was, in my gym shorts and training bra, being publicly shamed for having held a grudge for so long. I decided, from then on, that forgiveness would be a virtue everyone would come to associate with me: I was gracious. I was understanding. I was forgiving. Never again would I be that 12-year-old in the training bra, bitterly refusing to let go of a past slight. Never!

But as an adult, forgiveness is like Pilates class; when you do it, you usually feel great afterward, but sometimes you feel awful going, awful doing it, and awful afterward, and you know you should have just stayed home, watched Hoarders, and gone some other time.

Almost a year ago exactly, I had a pen pal. Yes, that’s sort of weird, and yes, it really happened: I had an adult pen pal, a former college acquaintance. Truthfully, I knew I had met him in college, because those were the Facebook friends we had in common, but I didn’t remember him in any way. He hit me up on Facebook with this completely random and unexpected gesture, saying, Hey I think everything you post is rad, and you’re rad, and we should be friends. It happened to be a really solid time for me; I had finally learned how to effectively manage my depression and anxiety, and was really living a half-decent life, going to back to school, getting my sh*t together in a really grown-up way. He asked if I wanted to be pen pals. I said, "Uh, sure."

You can probably imagine where this is going if you’re human and have a pulse.

I had no idea what that meant. I was hoping he understood that clearly he would be the first to write, because I had no idea how grown-up pen pals worked. He was living abroad, enjoying what appeared to be a very glamorous, bohemian lifestyle. In the photos he posted, it was clear that he had a dog and cool-dude digs. And oh, he was handsome. I wondered where the hell he’d been in college, when I was pining after some miserable artsy kid who eventually left to study acting in England.

And then his letter came.

It was a four-page explosion of scribbled drawings, backstory, hopes, and dreams… and it felt like a masterpiece. I spent hours pouring over it; I brought it to work with me, carefully enclosed in a book, like something precious, secret, almost sacred. I showed it to my best friend in quiet wonder, asking,Who the hell is this guy? And what the hell is this wonderful thing? I spent days crafting a reply. I poured my heart into it; this process was fun and new and wildly curious and exciting. The next few months proceeded like this, eagerly awaiting letters, trading ecstatic Facebook messages, pinging each other to exclaim that the mail had arrived—we traded exclamations of I got it! I got it!!!!

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We shared our hopes and dreams, our greatest fears, our weirdest inclinations; soon I felt like I knew him better than I knew most of my closest friends. Trinkets were exchanged. He sent me a little drawing pad, a cartoon, and a dedication on the first page. I sent him a friendship bracelet (remember how easy those were to make? Apparently not so much for adult hands). Our avoidance of any topic even remotely romantic felt electrically deliberate, the implications present at every turn.Where do you see yourself in five years? With someone I love, somewhere good.

You can probably imagine where this is going if you’re human and have a pulse. I fell head over heels in love with him. It was the single most romantic thing to ever happen to me; it was like a movie. It actually might be a movie, probably one starring Rachel McAdams.

Yes, that is a matronly support bra under my cool leather jacket. What of it? / Illustration by the author, Mikayla Park

We arranged to meet in DC in the spring. At this point, everyone knew this special thing that was unfolding in my life. What will you wear? What will you say? This is it! He and I texted for days beforehand. We chatted about everything, as we usually did, easy and effortlessly, as though we’d known each other forever. The conversation veered toward romance. My pulse quickened. It’s hard to find love, he wrote. Sure is, I said. Well, I’m going on a weekend trip with this girl I’ve been seeing, so we’ll see how it goes. Cross your fingers for me!

Girl. I’ve. Been. Seeing. The words punctured all the air in my tiny apartment as I stared at my phone. Even as I began to tear up, I furiously started making excuses for him. Of course he’s seeing someone, Mikayla. What did you expect? He’s a guy. Guys have needs. This is understandable. I forgave him immediately, because that’s what you do. Back in that middle-school locker room, I’d stood there in my training bra and chosen to become someone generous, so I wasn’t about to become an ungenerous girl in a matronly support bra in my own living room, butt-hurt at my pen pal for taking girls on dates.

So instead, I cheekily told him that I couldn’t really cross my fingers, because I was in love with him myself. I tend to go balls to the wall with stuff like that. He rambled on a little about feelings, and timing, and distance, without ever really saying anything in reply.

I went to DC anyway, of course. I had a plane ticket, and my mother was expecting me, and when your mother is expecting you, what the f*ck else is there to do? I wasn’t giving up, either. No. I didn’t care who the this girl was; he and I had something special, and I had pages upon pages of letters to prove it. What was he thinking? I felt like I was gearing up for the fight of my life; he belonged with me. Why couldn’t he see that? I wrote him a good-bye letter just in case, feeling positive that I would show it to him someday, when we were old and married, and laugh about how he almost lost me entirely once. I tucked it into my pocket for good luck.

We planned to meet at a coffee shop at noon. He was two hours late. I cried into an overpriced latte and told myself he was probably late because he was losing his mind in confusion. I forgave him immediately, trying to feel magnanimous while wiping the snot from my nose.

When he finally arrived, he gave me a bag of coffee as a gift and asked why I was crying. I told him, mustering up my best Rachel McAdams, that I had fallen in love with him, that this was something special, something worth fighting for, that I would move to his far-off country for him if that was what it took, that I could teach anywhere, if it meant we could have our shot. He rambled on a little about feelings and timing and distance, looked sad, and then asked if I wanted to get gelato. I wanted so badly to ignore it, but the no was written all over his face, all over the way he very delicately physically separated himself from me. I tearfully shrugged and said OK.

We spent the rest of the day together, exploring DC, eating food, taking photos. I felt like I was holding myself hostage. I really just wanted to punch him in the face and leave, but I felt guilty. I couldn’t leave him like that; he hadn’t asked for any of this. We drove around in his mom’s convertible, listening to old indie rock. We drew pictures and left them in a box by a garden. Two cartoon characters saying I don’t know and I don’t know either. At the end of the day, I gave him the good-bye letter I wrote him. It was generous and sad. I couldn’t be his pen pal anymore; it wasn’t fair to me, and it wasn’t fair to the girl he was with.

No one seems to know! / Illustration by the author, Mikayla Park

That night, he told me he had reread all of my letters (which he had inexplicably brought with him) searching for signs, for clues, wondering where he had gone wrong. Had he missed romantic signals somewhere? He thought we were clearly just pals. I felt guilty, like I had ruined this wonderful thing we had by breaking an invisible rule. I didn’t forgive him, because there was nothing to forgive; it was all my fault. As I sat on the plane the next day, I texted him that I missed him already. He texted me back a link to a song in Portuguese. I desperately searched it for some hidden meaning.

Within my brokenheartedness, I felt an undercurrent of guilt, like I had wronged him by falling in love, that I made something out of nothing, that his intentions had been pure and I had somehow sullied it with my own agenda.

I don’t feel that way anymore.

In hindsight, I’d like to go back to that day and punch myself in the face, then get the hell out of there, as far from him as possible. I’d like to tell my former self that I didn’t do anything wrong.

Look, even now I want to believe him! Maybe he didn’t mean to lead me on; it is so ingrained in my nature to forgive him, to try to understand, to make excuses. Maybe he never meant for it to go that way at all; maybe he honestly, truthfully, never even thought about it. Maybe he’d ignored the scribbled hearts ALL THE F*CK OVER MY LETTERS. Maybe he has intimate female pen pals all the time, and nothing like this has ever happened… but seriously, that just makes him stupid, which is almost as bad as being cruel. And guess what? You don’t have to forgive stupid, either.

His relationship with that girl was just slightly more serious than he’d led on; they’re now married and have a child. I unfriended him on Facebook and unfollowed him on Instagram, although he doesn’t seem to know it yet because he still likes all my posts (hi, I guess you know now).

I unceremoniously tossed his letters out with the trash one day.

Yeah, no one wants those letters. / Illustration by the author, Mikayla Park

Intent is a thing, I know. It’s a thing, and it matters. And forgiveness is also a thing, and it’s nice, and it feels good. But for f*ck’s sake, not everyone is worth forgiving. I don’t feel weighed down by any continued resentment, but I feel free from the obligation to be gracious and forgiving. There is plenty of room in my heart for both.

Sometimes things don’t end in a hug and a laugh and, boom, friendship! Sometimes the most someone deserves is not you—and that’s not heavy, that’s not a burden. The girl at the coffee shop who waited two hours for a guy who didn’t appreciate her? She deserves my forgiveness. As for the rest, I’ll be the girl in the matronly support bra opting out of Pilates class, waving my middle finger from the couch as I watch Hoarders. And I don’t feel bad about it one. Single. Bit.

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