Regret Sets In At A Staggering Pace , Not One To Be Mean , It Had Taken A Lot Out Of Him To Even Put

regret sets in at a staggering pace , not one to be mean , it had taken a lot out of him to even put up the front in the first place . her words causing him to crack like an egg . ‘ you know it's only going to make it harder , right ? ’ he means when he inevitably leaves again , to go back to the city . continue his life . the reason for his return to their small town brief , exactly the way he likes it . every corner of the place holding memories he's spent long and hard trying to forget . though the sacrifice of the people he actually likes and has to leave behind never does get any easier . ‘ i didn't mean to be a dick though , ⸻ i mean technically i did but i thought i was doing us both a favour .. i don't wanna hurt you . ’

…                     ❝  i don't     ⸻     i don't know.  ❞ ripley admitted, voice soft but firm, arms crossed and a stubborn tilt to her chin as she spoke. ❝  i know i should have walked away the first time you pushed me away . . . i guess i've just been through fucking worse than your walls. i don't scare easily.  ❞ she let out a small, humorless laugh. this might all be foolish, but she just couldn't let go of him just yet. ❝  or i don't know     ⸻     maybe i'm just a fucking masochist, 'cause i like the way you make me feel. isn't that what we all want, just feel something ?  ❞

NICHOLAS ALEXANDER CHAVEZ Grotesquerie 1.03

heart weighs heavy as she steps back inside , air thick with the scent of dust and aged wood . she glances back at jericho , expression a mixture of resolve and unease . ‘ yeah , the universe has a really twisted sense of humour . ’ she murmurs , voice barely above a whisper . was it really a coincidence for this to happen the day she arrives in town . what sick freak would even plan something like this especially when grieving the death of a loved one . despite the graffiti marring the exterior , inside the home is a sanctuary of order . coming to a halt in the living room where an impressive collection of books spans the bookcases in the back she gestures at them with her hand . ‘ if you're looking to find something it's probably going to be here . ⸻ make yourself at home , i'll get the coffee going . ’ god knows they were going to need it . she walks into the kitchen , putting the kettle on while talking to him from the other room . ‘ actually i haven’t even thought about selling yet , but i guess i'm going to have to do some painting before that can happen now . ’ returning moments later with two mugs that she sets down on the coffee table . ‘ i gotta admit though , i thought small towns had better reps than this . ’ tone is playful , laughter that follows soft .

doesn't  want  to  point  it  out  to  her,  but  with  the  graffiti  and  the  neighbours  sneaking  a  peak  jericho  doesn't  think  selling  up  is  going  to  be  easy.  "so  you  just  got  in  and  then  your  first  night  here  this  happens  ...  "  was  it  simply  a  strange  coincidence?  she  didn't  seem  like  the  type  of  person  to  carry  an  upside  down  cross  inside  her  purse  or  praise  satan  in  her  free  time.  "philosophy?"  jericho  had  spent  precisely  two  semesters  in  college  before  deciding  it  wasn't  for  him,  philosophy  was  sure  as  heck  not  his  topic.  "okay  so  there's  a  chance  he  could  have  come  across  something when he was teaching",  it's  murmured  more  to  himself  than  her,  already  plucking  motives  and  grouping  them  together.  "maybe,  yeah  maybe  having  a  look  will  help  out."  it  wasn't  like  he  had  any  other  leads,  not  when  he  could  barely  understand  what  had  been  scrawled  on  the  property.  but cairo mentioned books and he could power through the night long enough to skim through a couple and search. "coffee  sounds  like  a  fucking  dream  honestly."  reaching  into  his  pocket  jericho  records  a  brief  clip  of  the  house,  capturing  the  weird  symbols  before  pocketing  it  and  following  her  lead.  "so  you're  gonna  sell  up  once  you  get  everything  sorted  out  here?" maybe there'll be some out of town family looking for a change of pace , someone who won't happen to know about this incident.

“you are a gift from god, you are my gift. he sent you to me.” while he bruises my cervix >>

‘ riiight . . ’ exaggerated word rolls off his tongue , unamused as he looks at her , explanation that she offers going in one ear and out the other . ‘ with your friends ⸻ who ... by the way are the biggest group of sluts i've ever fucking met , doesn't really make me feel good when you're out with them , let alone not picking up your damn phone . ’ really isn't helping his case but it is the truth . ‘ so what if she wanted to fuck me ?? how's that my fault ? ’ the girl had definitely been flirting with him and maybe he was flirting back a little , didn't mean anything was going to happen . . . ‘ if i wanted to fuck her i would have fucked her , did i ? no . you're being crazy , you're the only one i wanna fuck , baby . ’

"i  was  with  my  friends  kellan,  we  were  drinking  and  honestly  i  didn't  realise  how  much  time  had  passed  —  but  would  you  have  even  read  the  messages  i  sent  you?"  in  the  midst  of  too  much  alcohol  and  dancing  aspen  had  unfortunately  momentarily  forgot  about  kellan,  about  all  of  this  drama  that  plagued  them  both.  she  hadn't  cheated,  unless  you  counted  rubbing  yourself  against  a  stranger.  "i  don't  care  if  you  talk  to  fans  or  whatever,  that  never  bothers  me  but  her?  she  wanted  to  fuck  you.  the  question  is,  did  you  want  to  fuck  her  too?"

eyes roll in frustration , doesn't even deign it worthy to acknowledge her basketball to the head comment because his attitude was not ridiculous , not compared to hers . ‘ oh yeah ? and what tactic is that , aspen ? what else do you want from me ? i can't ever fucking do anything right for you , can i . . . . ’ doesn't mean to raise his voice but he does anyways , vitriol aimed at her directly .

" my attitude ? mine ? are you hearing yourself right now ? you're acting ridiculous --- did a basketball hit you on the head or something ? if you have such an issue with this attitude you should try a different tactic 'cause this ? it isn't working kellan ."