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The Edge of Love (2008) dir. John Maybury

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"You don't look different the last time i've seen you." Manny seems to be more serious now judging from his expression, as if he's constantly pissed off all the time.

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Autumn meets with people every day. Sometimes, he takes someone home and has them leave the next morning. He's rarely alone. But that's on a physical level. Autumn isn't close to anyone and doesn't have the desire to build a bond with anyone, either. He has had that mentality since he was a little kid. Yet, he met with Roman.

Life is strange, he must admit. In his unconscious and conscious detachment, there have been times when a random encounter has felt different. Autumn locks eyes with someone, and a magnet pulls them together. It's an attraction that doesn't fall into the sexual category. These are people he has coffee with, a short debate, and a laugh. Some of them have made him sigh. Then, he's quick to run.

Autumn does not crave intimacy, but these encounters leave him staggering for specific periods. People's energy tends to leak through other people's pores, invading them quickly as smoke mixes with air. He naturally escapes from this, but he can not reject the fact that it happened; it happens and will keep on happening.

"I guess I never changed the locks." Although he could swear, he hadn't done it.

Manny was one of those random attachments. Autumn had told himself he was doing charity to a poor soul, but now he was dropping his shoulders and putting the gun away from the door, disregarding the burning desire to hurt the man, to have him disappear from his life for good.

Manny's energy did not add comfort, excitement, or introspection to Autumn. In fact, Manny made him stressed and angry. He'd shout and break things constantly in their terrible attempt to communicate with one another, but Manny shrugged it off and pretended it never happened. Autumn knew that Manny had it better at his place than on the streets, and that's how the man became a pest he couldn't get rid of, no matter how hard he tried. And Autumn tried.

One day, Manny never came back. Autumn wondered if he had found somewhere else to stay. He guessed he'd be kicked quickly and come charging through his door. After a week, Autumn believed he had been taken by one of the gangs. Honestly, he looked for him to bring him back to safety. With no results, Autumn started reading the news, waiting for the day they'd announce a man found dead in an alley or a river.

Three months went by. Autumn hated it when he'd come back home and find the TV on. He was hopeful, thinking Manny had returned. Soon, he realized he had forgotten to turn it off before leaving. Autumn would slam the door of his room, resulting in thinking of Manny more fervently.

Life is strange, and human magnetism is a nuisance.

Tsk.

"You do look different, I must say." Autumn pursed his lips, turning the TV's volume up. He had no intention to listen to what Manny had to say. He was back, and that's what mattered.

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By Ugur Basaran

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name: THE NEW RECRUIT

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- Connection -

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why do you keep looking at me like that? //bar singer for aiden

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"Looking at you how?" Aiden's head dropped on the sofa's back. His tone was entirely flat, and that absent yet intent stare kept directed to Nezumi's face.

Aiden wasn't aware. He was disconnected from his own body. Aiden resembled more a mannequin than a human; he was the worn puppet at the circus. Aiden shouldn't have drank the entire bottle of brandy, but the first sip eased the burning sensation on his back.

A couple of days ago, Nezumi made his skin black and blue; there was blood gushing through the injuries. It came out of nowhere, and his cries and begging didn't have him stop. Nezumi used him for his sadistic pleasure, and Aiden let him. Yes, he shouted, writhed, and fought, but it never occurred to him that he needed more than a no; he forgot he had a safe word.

Aiden saw the dim lights of the bedroom blurring and felt his skin tickling with the path his blood created. He remembered the burn and the heavy air wrapping the entirety of his self. But he pleasured himself most on the lips that rewarded him and on the smell of blood and cum on the sheets.

Once the recompense left his body, Aiden couldn't think of himself the same way. Every time he lay on his back, the pain reminded him of what he had allowed Nezumi to do. Aiden had always been a giver, but he had abandoned himself that night. Nezumi drove him to oblivion's edge, but Aiden had been the one to take the next step that would throw him into the abyss.

He hasn't stopped falling since, but the brandy's sweet and aged wood taste confirmed that when he finally hits the ground, it would be for his funeral to take place. He is to die for Nezumi.

How would people call this nonsense if he does not extend his arms for salvation? Manslaughter, murder, or suicide?

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I'm here like, yes, Summer and Autumn are toxic 100%, hate each other, and love to fuck anyway. Mimimimi.................................

SELENE AND SUMMER, THE MOON AND THE SUN. CRAZY X CRAZIER. They would dine their eyes out.

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I got a job!

I hope to be here by the end of next week. But tomorrow maybe I'll have a little time to write some small things.

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❛  can you go take care of this, please?  ❜ (Hibiko 👀)

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"Hi!" Hibiko inserted herself into the conversation, wrapping her arm around Alois' to immediately start gently tugging him away. "Sorry to interrupt, but my parents are talking about a trip outside and I don't want them making any plans in stone without us." An easy trick for her smile and joyous energy to break the tension, thanking and apologizing as she helped Alois slip outside.

Of course, her parents were nowhere to be seen. But Hibiko had been watching out of the corner of her eye Alois' conversation with the other man. She watched it escalate as neither would back down from whatever the argument was bubbling over, voices gradually being raised in frustration. If someone didn't step in, they were going to cause a scene, and Hibiko did not want to be associated with that. Plus, Alois was a professional, undoubtedly he would appreciate a possible rescue from looking like an ass.

"Do you wanna talk about it, or just give some deep breaths?" She half teased, though offering her help full-heartedly. Yet as she did, a group of kids Hibiko recognized from school had called them over, feeling the muscles in Alois' arm she still held onto tensed.

An almost snort came out Hibiko as Alois nearly begged to not have his ear talked off again lest he throw a fit. "Yeah yeah," she gave a small push away from the people and back towards her parents' home. "Go find me a sweater upstairs, please. I want the perfect one for my outfit, so don't rush and risk me looking like a fool, hm?" A joking lecture, but a believable one that if either of them were questioned, they would be on the same page for where he had run off to. She wasn't at all cold, but she could certainly pretend to be if it meant giving Alois more time to cool off. "I'll keep them busy."

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Hello! Just settled in NY. I did so much, and there's still so much more to do 🫠 so I'll probs have very little to no activity for a bit.