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ange de la mort - angel of death

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𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐄𝐘'𝐒 — 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 )  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  as  you  see  fit  !

THE TRADITION

❛ she’s easy on the eyes. ❜

❛ her soul is black and it’s a fact. ❜

❛ so take what you want, take what you can, take what you please. ❜

❛ ask for forgiveness, never permission. ❜

❛ It’s in the blood and this is tradition. ❜

❛ they dress her up in golden crowns, her smile hides a lie. ❜

❛ you can take it back it’s good as gone. ❜

❛ this is your soul, i hope what’s left will last all summer long. ❜

❛ they said that boys were boys but they were wrong. ❜

BELLS IN SANTE FE

❛ don’t call me by my name, all of this is temporary. ❜

❛ watch as i step away, for your sake. ❜

❛ maybe i can hold you in the dark. ❜

❛ leaving through the door without a word. you won’t even notice, little bird. ❜

❛ better off dead, so i reckon i’m heading to hell instead. ❜

❛ don’t wait for me, it’s not a happy ending. ❜

❛ to sort out all his bullshit, to figurе out the treason ❜

❛ jesus, you’ve got better lips than judas. ❜

❛ i could give you bad one, otherwise i’m useless. ❜

❛ ‘cause who the fuck would choose this? ❜

EASIER THAN LYING 

❛ i’m only whatever you make me. ❜

❛ you make me more and more a villain every day. ❜

❛ you don’t know you reap, you sow. ❜

❛ whatever you give to me from yourself you take. ❜

❛ well if you’re a hater then hate the creator, it’s in your image i’m made. ❜

❛ 'cause i’ll hang myself if you’d give me rope. ❜

❛ i got so much faith and lost all hope. ❜

❛ one eye broken and one eye bruised, ‘cause I gave myself away for you. ❜

❛ you liar, you don’t love me too. ❜

❛ my heart is massive but it’s empty. ❜

❛ gasping for some real attention, some undivided hypertension. ❜

❛ losing you is easier than lying to myself. ❜

LILITH

❛ i’m perfection when it comes to first impressions. ❜

❛ you got me thinkin’ that i was too mean. ❜

❛ everything that I say I believe. ❜

❛ tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve. ❜

❛ i am disruptive, i’ve been corrupted. ❜

❛ by now I don’t need a fuckin’ introduction. ❜

❛ you know I get too caught up in the moment. ❜

❛ i can’t call it love if i show it. ❜

❛ i just fuck things up if you notice. ❜

❛ have you noticed? tell me, have you noticed? ❜

❛ now i’m wondering if i ever wanted to hold you. ❜

❛ you’d let anybody with a body control you, and you know it too. ❜

❛ the more that you have, the more that they’ll take. ❜

GIRL IS A GUN

❛ i’m not your daydream, i won’t have your baby. ❜

❛ it’s a shot in the dark, i’m not a walk in the park. ❜

❛ this girl is a gun, and we been havin’ some fun. ❜

❛ i can show you if you turn the lights on. ❜

❛ i keep waitin’ for love to come and swallow me up. ❜

❛ I feel better when the boys stop callin’. ❜

❛ this girl is a gun, before you know it, it’s done. ❜

❛ god is a gun, he can have what he wants. ❜

❛ let me show you how to touch my trigger. ❜

❛ makin’ me crazy from mornin’ to evenin’. ❜

❛ i can’t not take it, i love it, i break it. ❜

❛ it’s never enough, so I’m givin’ you up. ❜

YOU ASKED FOR THIS

❛ i don’t know what you want from me. ❜

❛ now what the fuck does all this mean? ❜

❛ my tears are falling flawlessly now. ❜

❛ go on and be a big girl, you asked for this now. ❜

❛ who the hell is in your bed? ❜

❛ you gotta kiss goodnight and give some head. ❜

❛ i want my cake on a silver plater, i want a fistful in my hands. ❜

❛ i want a beautiful boy’s despondent laughter. ❜

❛ i wanna ruin all my plans. ❜

❛ i want a fist around my throat. ❜

❛ i wanna cry so hard, i choke. ❜

❛ i want everything i ask for. ❜

DARLING

❛ really can’t remember where i left my spine. ❜

❛ maybe I’ll be better if I take my meds. ❜

❛ darling don’t you weep, there’s a place for me. ❜

❛ somewhere we can sleep, see you in your dreams. ❜

❛ ever since i was a little girl i found this sweet. ❜

❛ all the little flowers give me something to believe in. ❜

❛ never knew the feeling of a stable home, been a couple years of living on the road. ❜

❛ only you have showed me how to love me in a life. ❜

❛ until it’s time to see the light, i’ll make my own with you each night. ❜

❛ i’ll kidnap all the stars and i will keep them in your eyes. ❜

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❛ i won’t die for love, but i’ve got a body here to bury. ❜

❛ the parts of myself that i’ve hated… i can’t tell which ones are mine and which I created. ❜

❛ you could have my heart and i would break it for you. ❜

❛ i try to be careful with the thing inside my chest. ❜

❛ so you can forget me , i’ll leave if you let me. ❜

❛ please don’t leave, don’t leave me in the shape you left me. ❜

❛ just leave me in the place you found me safe and soundly. ❜

HONEY

❛ she’s on the tip of my tongue, she’s on the top of my thighs. ❜

❛ open your mouth, i got a surprise. ❜

❛ all i can taste is the blood in my mouth and the bitterness in goodbye. ❜

❛ drippin’ like honеy, down the back of my throat and on the front of my mind. ❜

❛ she stings like she means it, she’s mean and she’s mine. ❜

❛ i love every second, it’s fuckin’ fantastic ❜

❛ she’s hell in a basket just makin’ a racket. ❜

❛ good things aren’t easy to get, i know that i won’t regret you. ❜

❛ between my fingers, she leaves then she lingers. ❜

WHISPERS

❛ you sabotage the things you love the most. ❜

❛ this is the voice in your head that says, “you do not want this”. ❜

❛ this is the ache that says, “you do not want him”. ❜

❛ bet I could fuck him. ❜

❛ why do you need love so badly? ❜

❛ i’ve got a monster inside me. ❜

❛ isn’t it lonely? ❜

❛ think that you know me? you think that you could if you hold me? ❜

❛ think you could try to console me, but i do not know me. ❜

I AM NOT A WOMAN, I’M A GOD

❛ i am not a woman, i’m a god. ❜

❛ i am not a martyr, i’m a problem. ❜

❛ i am not a legend, i’m a fraud. ❜

❛ keep your heart, 'cause i already got one. ❜

❛ every day i’ve got a smile where my frown goes. ❜

❛ maybe i could be a different human in a new place. ❜

❛ i just wanna feel something, tell me where to go. ❜

❛ i stay right herе 'cause i’m better all alonе. ❜

❛ i never listen but i see you with my eyes closed. ❜

❛ it really does hurt when you love someone. ❜

THE LIGHTHOUSE

❛ from a tender age i was closed with rage. ❜

❛ i went swimming with the devil at the bottom of a lake. ❜

❛ he was tall and mean with venom eyes so green. ❜

❛ i’ll allure you like a landslide and I’ll show you lovely things. ❜

❛ he kissed me on the mouth and dug his fingers in my thighs. ❜

❛ a sailor ain’t a savior 'cause they only tell you lies. ❜

❛ he’s laying in the water, begging god to let him down. ❜

❛ i showed him all my teeth and then i laughed out loud. ❜

❛ i never wanted saving, i just wanted to be found. ❜

❛ that should teach a man to mess with me. ❜

❛ i’m glad i met the devil 'cause he showed me i was weak, and a little piece of him is a little piece of me. ❜

YA’ABURNEE 

❛ i can’t decide if i love you more at morning or i love you more at night. ❜

❛ the moon don’t pick sides and the sun won’t resign until you’re by my side. ❜

❛ your beauty is a blessing. ❜

❛ i never got to tell you how i lovеd the way my eyes makе yours look green. ❜

❛ i think we could live forever in each others faces. ❜

❛ if we don’t live forever maybe one day we’ll trade places. ❜

❛ darling, you will bury me before i bury you. ❜

❛ i’ll never know if there’s danger in confession. ❜

❛ it’s memory that presses like a blade against my throat. ❜

❛ or to die without revealing that you got inside my head. ❜

❛ love is just a currency so take my pockets, and take me home. ❜

❛ take my life, and take my soul, wrap me in a wedding ring. ❜

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The assassin doesn’t react to Simon’s soft smile, only stares at him dead in the face, waiting for him to make a decision in regards to what he was truly going to do. Her finger flexed patiently on the trigger as he crouched down, the barrel never straying from a direct aim into his brain.

His clinic.

Widowmaker’s lips twitch into an expression of displeasure, the frown unbecoming on her otherwise flawless face.

Go, Amélie whispers in her mind.

“Fine. Let’s go,” she replied stonily, jerking her head in the direction of the dark street she presumed it to be in. She was in a position of weakness, with a wound that was out of her expertise. She needed help, now matter how much she thought otherwise.

Amélie knew otherwise. 

"Fix it," a monotone voice states as the barrel of a silencer meets Simon's temple. It is attached to a longer dusky arm and a very unforgiving spider. She digs it further into the side of his head pointedly, then motions to dark crimson spreading across the side of her abdomen.

Fix it.

Simon was stock-still, not moving the slightest of an inch, his face blank as he stared at her, unsure how to react.

If he was fast, he could push her away, kick the gun out of her hand, she was weakened after all-

But, did he even want to?

Simon was tired. Tired and a tad bit too nostalgic to refuse help to someone who he had known well once - a lifetime ago.

Gérard had been a friend. Amélie had been a friend.

Now it was all gone. Turned to ashes and dust like Overwatch itself had.

Amélie wasn't Amélie anymore but Widowmaker instead. A ruthless killer. An assassin who worked for the organization that had caused his downfall.

If he weren't sentimental-

He would have told her to fuck off.

"I will. If you let me look at it without shooting me."

With a soft, indifferent smile on his face, he crouched down slowly, his eyes holding her gaze until he was at the height of her injury.

His fingers lightly pushed the fabric of her clothes away, revealing blood but not much else in the darkness of the streets.

"My clinic isn't far from here. I can help you there but not here."

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For the most part, Widowmaker settled on allowing the other woman to prattle away about whatever she chose. She kept Sombra’s whispering in the back of her mind with her eyes and ears attuned to something else, reducing the other woman’s voice to a drone in the background. It wasn’t until she saw movement out of the corner of her eye that she raised her hand.

“Te toi,” she hissed, squinting into the darkness of the night. A distant figure continued walking up the street, small from the view of their vantagepoint on the rooftop they had scaled.

There, in the dying light, was her target: Jack Morrison. 

His white hair showed how much he had aged in the years gone by. 

“That’s him,” the assassin muttered, nodding her head at his retreating figure. Her visor descended over the top half of her face to get a clearer view.

“Now we know that he is in the area,” the French woman continued. “We will have to let Reyes know.”

hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse .

{∔}-; While the two were usually separate, Sombra had managed to convince Widowmaker to accompany her out for once, after proposing a "quiet" walk. It had been anything but, of course, but Amélie was unusually accepting of her talking... up to a point.

Maybe her attention was elsewhere? That was the best explanation, because if it were their usual kind of conversation, Olivia would absolutely have been told to either lower the volume or hold her tongue entirely by then. Wondering what could possibly be distracting Amélie, Sombra went to say something-

Only for her company to raise a finger up to her mouth.

"Ha, is this the part where you tell me to be quiet, araña?"

Although she was quick to actually shut her mouth, once she realized the reason she was being shushed. A particular someone Amélie had been interested in finding out about recently happened to be nearby, meaning that any noise would attract suspicion. Getting caught would be the opposite of what they wanted, after all.

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pre-established relationship hearts!

❤️send to have a romantic ship with my muse 🖤send to have a toxic ship with my muse 💛send to have a platonic ship with my muse 💚send to have a friends with benefits ship with my muse 💙send to have a partnership with my muse 💜send to have a love/hate relationship with my muse 💖send to have a past romance with my muse 💔send for a slow burn romance with my muse 💕send to have a family type relationship with my muse

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Through the lens of her crimson visor, the Frenchwoman could only see the infrared reading of Angela with the way it morphed into different shaped and glowed in her line of sight. In her mind’s eye, Widowmaker recalled the blonde hair, a hidden smile, a black turtleneck—all fragments that Amélie’s husk inside of her volunteered. 

Yes, this was her. L’ange, her mind interjected suddenly. The angel. No, the doctor.

Angela Ziegler.

It wasn’t often that Widowmaker would receive caches of a different time, but something—someone—was being particularly vocal through the thick mist of grey, through the hand of Talon and O’Deorain. All that the assassin could gleen was an acute sense of familiarity, and an identity that matched the woman in front of her. 

Widowmaker stills as if she had climbed into the hollow of a marble statue, waiting for the pressure and pain of unforgiving hands. The visor on her head retracts silently save for the mechanical buzz and her gaze, cold and raw, briefly flickers to Angela’s, and then her hands, just barely hovering over the armor.

Dead hands unfasten the armor unceremoniously and offer up identical flesh marred with several bullet grazings and a deep gash. Dried, almost black blood crusted on the edges as the wounds oozed in response to the cover being ripped off.

Widowmaker’s eyes bore into Angela as she works.

“Another day,” she replies. The words startle her, as they were not her own. She amends with a quiet, “another kill.”

Often, she is not at liberty to reply, but these circumstances were exceptional to begin with. Amélie was talking to Widowmaker. Widowmaker was listening. Now she was here. 

Silence continues until the assassin poses a question, nigh identical: “What do you gain from this, Angela?”

"Fix it," a ghostly voice wafts from the darkness surrounding the doctor. It is devoid of emotion and the request is said none to kindly, though a single step into the light reveals exactly who it is and why that is so. Through her visor, the assassin jerks her head down to where there is a growing patch of dark. Fix it—or else, her body language says.

    Once, when Angela was a girl with more power than sense, someone had invited her to sit in on an academic symposium about time. The food was bad, the open bar cancelled, and no one interested in a quick fuck; she, in the full bloom of arrogant youth, thought there was nothing to be learned from philosophic ramblings about past and present. Overwatch taught her better than to speculate: time was a bullet shot from a gun.     A wizened professor took to the podium to tell a different story. Time is a creature compelled by migratory instinct, they had said, it will always return to its old haunts. The past is alive in a myriad of forms, she learns. It’s in Amélie’s smile on her wedding day, the glare of a champagne glass tilted up to red lips as Angela locks eyes with the bride from across the ballroom. The muted glare of Widowmaker’s visor matches Amélie’s shade of Chanel lipstick. Angela downs her glass of Jameson.      ❝  Take a seat,  ❞  She gestures to the empty chair in her tent.     The soldier sleeps with a gun under their pillow; Angela opts for a suturing kit. Ambient noise pierces the silence like a needle; the rustle of disinfectant wipes, the snapping of latex gloves. It’s the wedding in miniature, a buzzed Angela’s tongue sitting heavy in her mouth, her mind weighing the cost of words begging to spill out. Social suicide is the least of her concerns: Amélie could kill her with ease. But could rests on conditions, and Angela is willing to bet that the better angels of Amélie’s nature shine through. Even this cold and calculating transaction spoke to some ghost of trust and familiarity.      Angela’s hands hover over Widowmaker’s armor.  ❝  Let me see the damage, please.  ❞  Any edge in her tone is rounded out by gentleness, but she can’t stop the disapproving frown on her face. Amélie has killed tonight, or tried to kill — all in the name of an organization and ideology devoted to perpetual destruction. Talon is a serpent eating its own tail, and someday Widowmaker will be trapped in its ravenous jaws...      ...If Angela doesn’t try to pull her out.      ❝  What is it that you gain from this?  ❞

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[ COMPETITORS ]

Widowmaker addresses Sombra with neutrality—her gaze is sharp and icy from where she stands just an inch off of the sparring mats. She is not in her standard talon uniform today, only the standard training attire—perhaps as comfortable as she could get. 

“This is a bad idea,” she deadpans in the face of Sombra’s excitement for their sparring match. “We are going to get hurt and then we will be impaired for our next mission.”

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“That is subjective. I am going to gain another kill, and you are going to be dead.”

A beat. She aims at Ashe.

“Subjectively, oui.”

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“You’re here t’make my day worse ain’t ya’?”

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From the d a r k n e s s of the hideout the assassin had dragged her into, she watched through her VISOR as her prey struggled. Did she truly expect for help to come? Did she think that someone was going to h e a r her cries?

Someone did.

It was her.

No one wanted her to hear if they were smart.

For some time, she didn’t do anything, only observed from a few feet away. Then, like a twig snapping, her impatience grew as the warbling got louder, echoing in the large chamber.

“No one is going to hear you,” she spoke neutrally, though the accent of a past life clung to her stubbornly like a glue. It dripped tantalizingly, just like the way she walked in a circle around Hinoka.

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First Meeting Prompts | Accepting

[KIDNAP]: for your muse to kidnap mine

A groan of discomfort escaped chapped lips. A cold floor lay beneath a near limp body as it started to stir in a dimly lit room. The silence was pierced by a sharp gasp, eyes snapped open before struggling to get herself upright. Her head ached. A pain she remembered feeling in her early days of medical school from the eye strain.

Another struggle and she couldn't lift herself up. She looked down as best she could to see her ankles bound, her hands tied behind her back as she squirmed against the ground. Hinoka Yoshitaka, a medical doctor and researcher, had no idea where she was.

"H..Hello?" She called out, her body breaking into a panicked, icy sweat. This wasn't a time for rational thought. She couldn't remember how she got here. When she got here.

"H...Help!" Hinoka cried out, her voice warbling as the weight of it all crashed onto her, "Help! S-Somebody help me! PLEASE!"

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pre-established relationship hearts!

❤️send to have a romantic ship with my muse 🖤send to have a toxic ship with my muse 💛send to have a platonic ship with my muse 💚send to have a friends with benefits ship with my muse 💙send to have a partnership with my muse 💜send to have a love/hate relationship with my muse 💖send to have a past romance with my muse 💔send for a slow burn romance with my muse 💕send to have a family type relationship with my muse

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✧ — ⋆   𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .

some  ideas  for  first  meeting  prompts  that  may  help  break  the  ice  between  characters .  feel  free  to  amend  contexts  &  roles  where  required !  violent  &  alcohol  related  prompts  present . 

[ BAR ]  :   for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  bar  [ DINER ]  :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  diner / restaurant   [ SAVE ] :  for  your  muse  to  step  in  to  save  my  muse  in  a  fight  [ FAKE ] :  for  your  muse  to  pretend  to  know  my  muse  in  public  to  save  them  from  a  difficult  encounter [ RUN ] :  for  your  muse  to  grab  my  muse’s  hand  and  tell  them  to  run  [ STEAL ]  :  for  your  muse  to  try  to  steal  from  my  muse  ( pickpocketing ,  in  their  home  etc  –  feel  free  to  specify  context ! ) [ STUDY ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  to  study / read   [ PICNIC ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  on  a  picnic  [ FIRST  DATE ] :  for  your  muse  to  meet  mine  for  a  first  date   [ BREAK  IN ] :  for  our  muses  to  break  in  somewhere  together  [ ATTACK ] :  for  your  muse  to  try  to  attack  mine  ( specify  context ! ) [ DANCE ] :  for  your  muse  to  invite  mine  to  dance  [ PAY ] :  for  your  muse  to  pay  for  my  muse’s  item(s)  ( specify  context ! ) [ TAXI ] :  for  our  muses  to  share  a  taxi  ride  somewhere [ CAR ] :  for  your  muse  to  jump  in  my  muse’s  car  and  tell  them  to  drive [ LOCKED  OUT ] :  for  your  muse  to  be  locked  out  of  their  apartment  &  to  ask  for  help  from  mine  [ DIY ] :  for  your  muse  to  ask  mine  for  help  with  diy  in  their  home  [ DARE ] :  for  your  muse  to  approach  mine  on  a  dare [ PATCH ] :  for  your  muse  to  help  mine  with  an  injury [ COMFORT ] :  for  your  muse  to  comfort  mine  [ SWIM ] :  for  your  muse  to  throw  mine  into  the  sea /  a  river /  pool  ( specify ! ) [ RESTRAINED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  tied  up  together  [ CRY ]  :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  crying   [ KIDNAP ] :  for  your  muse  to  kidnap  mine [ DRUNK ] :  for  your  muse  to  look  after  mine  while  drunk  [ ZOMBIE ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  caught  in  a  zombie  attack  together  [ TRAPPED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  trapped  somewhere  together  ( stuck  in  a  storm ?  kidnapped  together ?  dodgy  lock  on  a  door ? )  [ WARN ] :  for  your  muse  to  warn  mine  of  incoming  danger [ COFFEE SHOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  at  a  coffee  shop  /  café [ WORK ] :  for  your  muse  to  help  train  mine  on  the  first  day  of  their  job  [ ROOMMATES ] :   for  your  muse  to  be  my  muse’s  roommate  ( feel  free  to  specify  whether  in  a  college  or  a  regular  setting ! ) [ BOOKSHOP ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  a  bookshop  [ EVENT ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  at  a  charity  event   [ FUNDRAISING ] :  for  our  muses  to  team  up  to  raise  money  for  charity  ( feel  free  to  specify  potential  ideas ! ) [ COMPETITORS ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  rivals  in  a  competition  [ KARAOKE ] :  for  our  muses  to  sing  karaoke  together  [ MUTUAL  FRIEND ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  through  a  mutual  friend [ STOOD  UP ] :  for  your  muse  to  join  mine  on  a  date  after  noticing  that  they  have  been  stood  up [ MISSION ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  on  a  mission  [ UNDERCOVER ] :  for  your  muse  to  approach  mine  while  undercover [ MUSUEM ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  at  a  museum  [ ABANDONED ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  an  abandoned  building  [ STARGAZING ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  while  stargazing  [ ROOFTOP ] :  for  your  muse  to  find  mine  on  a  rooftop 

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emotional prompts.

basically i got soap in my eye while i was taking a shower and now i'm angsty so. bon appetit!

" i needed you. i needed you, and you weren't here! so where the HELL were you?! "

" i... i'm so tired... "

" everything's falling apart. "

" i loved you! i l loved you so bad it hurt! and now i'm over you, and you're telling me it wasn't all for nothing?! when it's too late?! "

" how dare you! "

" i'd move all the stars in the sky if i thought it would ever make you happy. "

" please... please, tell me how to fix this. "

" i did this. i ruined everything... "

" don't go. please. i... i don't want to be alone... "

" i tried fixing this. i knelt down and put it all back together, but... it's never going to be like it was before. is it? "

" could... could you just hold me, a while? "

" oh, love... what have you done? "

" i just... don't care anymore. "

" you aren't a monster. "

" you never talk about your past... why? "

" i never want to see you again! "

" you asshole! you asshole, i hate you! i hate you, i hate you, i hate you! "

" why would you DO that?! "

" i don't hate you. god, i could never hate you... "

" i would've done anything for you. but now... i mean, it seems so clear how one-sided this whole relationship was. "

" i think this is where we part ways. "

" for what it's worth... i always liked you. "

" do you have any better ideas? because trust me, i'm all ears! i don't want to do this! but we're literally out of options! "

" if i could take it all back, i would... but i can't. "

" i should've listened to you. why... why the hell didn't i listen to you... "

" you're not your past. "

" you know what? you're on your own. i can't watch you get yourself killed. "

" if you could only see yourself through my eyes... "

" we've all done stupid, terrible things. but it's not about that. not anymore. all that matters is how we proceed now. "

" none of it was real. "

" to me it was real! it felt real! "

" don't do that. don't act like you don't give a damn. "

" we both know there's nothing here for me. not really. but you... you have a whole life here, ready and waiting to be lived. "

" don't be angry. please, don't be angry. i can take it from just about anyone, but not you... "

" i can't let you do this... "

" why are you still here?! why?! i destroy everything i touch! and yet you still stick around! "

" i love you. always have, and always will. i... i need you to remember that for me. please. "

" this is what your plan is? hiding? disappearing and running away when the going gets tough? fuck you. "

" they've/you've taken EVERYTHING from me! "

" i trusted you! "

" i lied. "

" i'm sorry. "

" you/they don't get to walk away! you/they don't get to act like nothing ever happened! "

" i forgive you. "

" i'm not angry. anger is a luxury i afford for the people i love and care about. but you... well. i'm just resigned to it, i guess. "

" we're done. "

" i don't love you anymore. "

" you don't get to be mad at me! "

" don't touch me. "

" please... say something. "

" none of this would've happened if you had just listened! "

[inoccupes]

if looks could kill,

[inoccupes]

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