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anissabjorgman:

Anissa had figured she won’t like the hear the truth. Greta had her own right to believe what she was doing was foolish. “He would. I know he would. We spoke about coming clean about our relationship together to the family. He has been honest with him about his cruel behaviours in the past but I do believe he is trying to change. He was hostile to me at first but started to change the more serious we got. He is trying. Just give him time.” Anissa knew change came in time and could not be rushed. “I actually think you two will have more in common than you both think.” She felt in her gut they would hit it off. “A few months. Back home people I know have gotten married in only days of knowing someone. I figured it was slow in the traditional sense.”

 Greta listened as her cousin talked, knowing that she could argue until she was blue in the face, but Anissa wouldn’t listen. “Well then, would you mind asking him to meet with me? I’m sure he’d agree if it were coming from you.” She said, raising a brow. “Yes, but people back home typically don’t have many options for marriage. They’ve also grown up and known each other since they were young.”

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anissabjorgman:

“I do think my response to that question will just angry you.” Anissa sighed her eyes falling to the floor. “I truly do appreciate the about you care and worry about me. He seems to want to spend all his time with me. I do not believe someone who wanted me for merely personal gain would that that. When you meet him, if you feel he is. Do tell me.” Anissa said for her to have clear of mind but likely won’t listen anyways. “Rush things? Is it early to be making such plans?”

“You’re right... I don’t like how that response sounds.” She replied, shaking her head. “Would he be willing to meet with me? Do you even think he’d want to make peace?” Greta asked, raising a brow. “I believe it is. How long have you been seeing him?”

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malxdetto:

“Yes, I think that’s a good idea. I think coming here was the bad idea.”

“No, you wanted to see your family. And I stupidly followed you. I need to rest...”

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types of people ➳ seasons

tag yourself;

spring: early bird, clear rimmed glasses, flowers sticking out of overall pockets, hides depression, giving the benefit of the doubt, getting excited about going into PetCo, runs a studyblr, always has chapstick, pressed flowers, green tea, lying in the grass with a friend

summer: sleepovers with close friends, stargazing on a car roof, loud music, bold makeup, sneaking out after dark, backwards hats, walks on the beach, sticky popsicles, worn out converse, lazy afternoons, polaroid cameras, trying new things

fall: oversized sweaters, messy hair, falling asleep on someone’s shoulder, decorating your room with fairy lights, dusty books, the smell of baking bread, keeping a journal, swinging by your favorite coffee shop, trying to fit in, petting soft dogs

winter: sleeping in late, cuddling by the fireplace, genuinely enjoys old movies, loves hugs, often feels out of place, fuzzy socks, old soul, always there to vent to, soft smiles, sipping hot chocolate after playing in the snow, feeling nastolgic

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Types of people as my group friends:

Wind boy: Smells like grass in a raining day, speaking loud in the street, “fuck you”, making faces, late night talks, big heart (even not showing), waking up and felling the breakfast smell, true smiles, surprise box, a mess of feelings in a problematic head.

Sunshine girl: optimism, smells like fresh air, sun light in the water, eyes to the sky, text at 3 am, dancing in the street, “told you, baby”, singing loud, felling of drinking a fresh water after running a lot.

Star girl: up all night, insomnia, poetry, “You’re soo annoying, love you”, smells like tea and warmest, dusty books, T.O.C., 80’s, born in the wrong decade, handwriting notes to yourself, sarcasm, overthinking all night.

Fire girl: party’s until 2 am, studying in the afternoon, red lips, thinking about life at 4 am, watching movie with your friends, smells like lavender and new clothes, “It’s like, I don’t no”, free nicknames.

Water boy: trying to get good grades, dedicate and hard-working, “cute is your pillow, I’m hot”, spend all night playing video games, good heart, loyal friend that will defend you until your death, smells like summer breeze.

Lightning girl: walking in the rain, felling the sun in your skin, saying hi to strangers, smells like: a cup of chocolate in a raining day, being kind with someone that hurt you, “text me when you get home, ok? just for I know that you’re save”, stand in the window letting the wind mess your hair, fragile heart, furious mind.

Ocean boy: building sandcastles, songs around a roaring fire, smells like sunsets in the sea, “surprise me”, friend/confident, gentle soul, calm presence even if he isn’t calm, nostalgic, watching kids cartoons in a Sunday morning.

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anissabjorgman:

Anissa body tightened at her rude remarks. Her lips firmly pressing together as Greta spoke. “I ensure you once you meet him you’ll see I am no fool. Thank you for giving him a chance.” At least someone was going to try a. little before judging them too much. Anissa’s stomach dropped when she asked what she knew of love. “I may not have had a stream of lovers in the past but I do know what we have is real. That I wish to spend all my time with him for the rest of my life, that when I’m not around him it hurts. That he when he looks at me he gets a sparkle in his eye, a look he only gives me. He is honest even if it’s not what I want to hear. He even wants me to move in with him. Is that not love?”

Greta raised a brow and squeezed her cousin’s hands. “He wants you to move in with him? Tell me you’re not actually considering it?” She asked, letting go of one of Anissa’s hands. “He could be manipulating you. I just want you to be extremely careful and to not rush things.”

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malxdetto:

“It was…enjoyable. I don’t know where you were. It was just me, and then she came in.”

“I don’t want to be here anymore... Let’s go to Italy. Start over. Please?”

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malxdetto:

“After the fact? No, I didn’t.”

“But during? While it was happening? Where was I?”

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malxdetto:

“I’m sorry this happened. It shouldn’t have.”

“No, it shouldn’t have... Tell me one more thing. Did you enjoy it?”

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malxdetto:

“If you’re saying that I care about her, I do. But I don’t want to sleep with her. I wouldn’t want to knowingly jeopardize our relationship like that.”

“I feel like I’m going to be sick...”

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malxdetto:

“My history? Of what? Cheating on you? Oh, that’s right. I haven’t ever cheated on you.”

“Don’t twist my words. I meant your history with her. She’s Izzy’s mother. Surely that counts for something in your mind. She has more of a claim to her than I do and she had your heart first.”

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malxdetto:

“I was thinking of you! I thought it was you! I wouldn’t have done that otherwise, you know that. I hadn’t even seen her in weeks before that happened.”

“I want to believe you... Truly, I do. But given your history...”

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malxdetto:

“Greta… Greta, calm down. I know you’re mad at me, but think of the baby.”

“Oh, don’t give me that worried father bullshit. Were you thinking of the baby when you fucked her?”

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malxdetto:

“It happened two weeks ago. I wanted to tell you, I just didn’t know how. I knew you would be upset.”

“...Two weeks? Two fucking weeks? Of course I would be upset! But here’s something you should know. I’m more upset now than I would have been two fucking weeks ago! You kept it from me!”

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malxdetto:

“Everything was exactly the same, like a copy of you. It was your voice, she even looked pregnant. I only knew it was her after she revealed herself.”

“Don’t. Do not touch me! When did this happen? How long have you been keeping this from me?”

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malxdetto:

“Yes, it was magic. There was no way she could have completely changed her appearance without it.”

“Her ap-appearance...Did she not sound the same? Smell the same? How could she know detail of my body that you claim to have memorized? And what of our child?”

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malxdetto:

“Johanna and I had sex. She looked identical to you.”

“H-how could you? No, don’t answer. You say it was magic?”