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{{  - ̗̀ –– ( nina dobrev, 27, cisfemale, she/her. ) hey, is that lennon markovski over there? rumor has it, they’re one of those townies. they’ve lived in erith springs for twenty-two years and are currently working as a manager at a book store. i’ve heard they’re pretty independent, it’s just too bad they’re also self-destructive. they remind me of restless nights, unsent letters, and stained sneakers –– ( em, 23, cst, she/her ) }}

ayye my it’s your girl, em, here with my little pot-headed beauty. please come plot with me because i’m needy for all the things and so is lennon. like this post and ill come crawling to your inbox for things . 

without furhter ado please read below if you want to make your dash full of bullet points of all things lennon! 

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      lennon, grew up in a small family: her parents, petar  and kathleen, herself, and the family’s pet bunny, petals (a name her mother chose). it was from all accounts aggressively normal for the first seven years of lennon’s life. that was until the car crash that changed the markovski’s forever.

      lennon quickly learned how to care for herself and others because her parent’s mentally just couldn’t. petar and kathleen, would have rather found different ways to get lost in their own minds by the use of different prescription drugs than take care of their own daughter. lennon didn’t mind, though, to her young mind this was her new normal. she didn’t truly realize the actions she had to take were wrong for a minor. these were her parents and lennon did what her parents needed even if that meant forgetting about what she needed. 

      fast forward eighteen years to a wised up lennon, who no longer spoke to her drug addicted excuse of parents, the beauty was making it the best she could. she now managed the books store she started working at from the very young age of fourteen. the bookstore owner, looked at lennon as somewhat of a daughter, they spent holidays and birthdays together. in a weird way, the two lost souls made their own weird version of a family. it wasn’t much but it was all lennon had -- that and that stupid fucking bunny, petals, that just reminds, lennon, of her mom, or as lennon refers to her as “the blonde one”.

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lennon is 1/4 bulgarian, her father is 1/2, and her grandparent’s are of course whole but she has never met them. 

lennon has met her mother’s parents but they are miserable rich assholes that don’t care about anything but their image. and seeing as lennon currently lives eight hours away from them they do not speak -- ever

 a studio apartment is lennon’s permanent residence that contains the aesthetic of a frat guy. 

she absolutely can’t stand sitcom tv shows all the mushy family stuff grosses her out

do NOT do any drugs near lennon besides pot bc lbr its not even a drug

selling pot is her side hustle 

lennon has never been in a relationship longer than three months due to her being addicted to the thrill of the honeymoon phase.

if anything gets harder than lennon thinks it should be she dips out. 

lennon is aggressively non-committal (how cliche lennon)

she is an aspiring writer but her writer’s block is currently horrendous 

she has a secret love for naughty books 

lennon often gets in trouble for reading books while on the clock but she knows miles (the owner) is too chicken shit to do anything about it 

alanis morissette is her favorite artist along 

 lennon has a secret love affair for all things disney. as a child she desperately wanted to go and see disney world but of course she never did. on the weekends you can definitely find her wrapped up in her jammies watching the lion king on vhs that’s been rewound about thousand times. 

on thursdays lennon volunteers at the animal shelter because she has a deep love for animals

thats all for now folks if any of this hits marks for you or your charra hmu, my dude! erithsprings.intro

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Making your angst hurt: the power of lighthearted scenes. 

I’m incredibly disappointed with the trend in stories (especially ‘edgy’ YA novels) to bombard the reader with traumatic situations, angry characters, and relationship drama without ever first giving them a reason to root for a better future. As a reader…

I might care that the main siblings are fighting if they had first been shown to have at least one happy, healthy conversation. 

I might cry and rage with the protagonist if I knew they actually had the capacity to laugh and smile and be happy.

I might be hit by heavy and dark situations if there was some notion that it was possible for this world to have light and hope and joy to begin with.

Writers seem to forget that their reader’s eyes adjust to the dark. If you want to give your reader a truly bleak situation in a continually dim setting, you have to put them in pitch blackness. But if you just shine a light first, the sudden change makes the contrast appear substantial.

Show your readers what light means to your character before taking it away. Let the reader bond with the characters in their happy moments before (and in between) tearing them apart. Give readers a future to root for by putting sparks of that future into the past and the present. Make your character’s tears and anger mean something.

Not only will this give your dark and emotional scenes more impact, but it says something that we as humans desperately, desperately need to hear. 

Books with light amidst the darkness tell us that while things are hard and hurt, that we’re still allowed to breathe and hope and live and even laugh within the darkness.

We as humans need to hear this more often, because acting it out is the only way we stop from suffocating long enough to make a difference.

So write angst, and darkness, and gritty, painful stories, full of treacherous morally grey characters if you want to. But don’t forget to turn the light on occasionally.

Support Bryn’s ability to provide writing advice by reading their debut novel, an upbeat fantasy about a bloodthirsty siren fighting to return home while avoiding the lure of a suspiciously friendly and eccentric pirate captain!

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admittedly, the white lie he exaggerated concerning her parents’ sake, was nothing more than a ploy to gain the momentum in this conversation and create some obedience in clover. “ murdering them would be the kinder thing to do, it’s what they do when you’re alive that’s more —— patriotic. “ lies quickly evolved into truths as he took an innocent sip of his lackluster coffee following such an earnest statement, momentarily breaking eye contact. “ so listen, clover, “ kai retook control, clearing his throat as to make each and every word perfectly clear, “ your scorched lover was found, very evidently having been burned alive, and immediately after, your disappearance surfaces. everyone questioned, including your parents, all appeared shocked and disturbed by the news. from what i’ve pieced together, you two were very close — and then one day, he’s dead, and you’re gone. “ palms that were once distanced at either end of the table now molded into one, as kai folded his hands and rested them amongst the chilly table top. “ now, i have been following you for five consecutive months. there have been no further corpses left rotting out in your trail, there has been zero suspicious activity — which, i believe, made it even more difficult to get to you sooner — “ with now widened eyes, kai nodded his head off to the side while he gave clover her much earned credit. 

“ — whatever the story, my case in point here is that, i don’t buy you’re a malicious killer. i wanted to put this assumption to the test by threatening the innocent folk working here. and although i’m still a little confused as to whether or not you truly did abide, you’re sat there speaking with me and haven’t run yet. i think that’s a good sign. so, all i ask is that, what is your story, clover? what happened that day and how did it end in such a tragedy?” there had been no denying the fact that, despite never having exchanged a single word prior to this very moment, kai developed a sense of acquaintanceship with the present red-head. five months, twenty-two weeks, one hundred fifty-two days. that’s the amount of time that clover was a dominating factor in kai’s life. he’d met family, he’d met friends, he’d met co-workers, old teachers, neighbors, etc. unknowing to her, kai had been living in the lowest point of what he imagined to be her life alongside her. this entire nightmare, kai, too, was tethered to. with exhaustion and the ever so governing feeling of home sickness weighing heavily upon his tattered mind, he also yearned for this all to reach its conclusion. though, now that the story appears to be at its peak, the usually domineering hunter realized he’s hesitant in his goal to apprehend the suspect. curiosity grew tenfold with each passing month, the truth behind her tale had become something kai wanted to gain access to from the actual source. stories, her history — none of it could ever logically equate to the events which occurred that night. “ what was it that had you pushed over the edge and light your whole house on fire, and with him in it? “

Clover, blanked. The brood-ish looking male spoke about Clover’s family and her past but none of it actually reached her ears. All, the extremely pale-faced beauty, knew was he wanted her story -- the story. Was that something she even knew how to tell even to herself? For months, Clover, ran from her story. Both, from the impending consequences and the truth. It wasn’t something she was truly ready to face -- the reality she killed her future husband. So, hearing the other speaking about the story made it true. She couldn’t actually run from the story now by making up a weird theory that her boyfriend made a miraculous recovery and he was awaiting her return. No, it was just as Clover harshly remembered -- she crisped her boyfriend and the home they had built together. A shiver spread across her spine and all Clover could do was harshly rub her face with her thin and frail fingers. It was as if, in that quick moment of rubbing, Clover, was desperate to wipe away her shame and stress and leave it all on the table to never have touch her body again. But, that wasn’t possible. Clover, has a reality -- just one she wasn’t quite ready to face. 

Clover’s dark eyebrows furrowed in frustration. As a large lump of spit harshly gulped down her very dry throat. Her voice crackled with the forced words dripping heavily from her lips. “You speak as though, you know --for a fact-- it was me. Mm---”Clover, trailed off her sentence for a minute. It was the first time she was saying his name since the incident. God, it hurt,  little tears pricked the girl’s inner corners. But, Clover, took a deep breath and kept on with her lame excuse. An excuse that was easy easy to rattle off. It was her favorite to tell herself so she could sleep at night. “--Mark, was an FBI agent and a very good one at that. He had a lot of enemies. How do you know that it wasn’t someone else trying to frame me? I understand how the whole thing looks to the outside -- it’s why I dashed. The men, Mark, helped put away they’re smart. They could’ve easily done this.” Clover’s right finger’s were instinctively tapping on the table throughout her whole story but as soon as the realization hit her, Clover’s finger became eerily still “Why waste your time and efforts on me when you should be chasing them?” 

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ok but a plot where muse a is the leader/part of this really dangerous and famous gang and almost everyone knows who muse a is, the horrible things they have done, how skilled they are at whatever weapon they like the most, how they have no mercy and will either kill you in matters of seconds or torture you until you’re begging for death. they’re cold, they’re calculating, rumor has it they lack a heart and soul,, but then, THEN, there’s muse b; pure, innocent, maybe shy and awkward ( or not, up to u?? ) personality is cute as fuck, a marshmallow that needs to be protected, and well, muse a really wants to protect them in the moment their eyes land on muse b, even if they don’t know them at all because ‘dude they look so fucking fragile someone is going to hurt them wtf the fuck’. and one day, after days ( or weeks ) of muse a admiring muse b from afar they decide to approach them someway somehow, and poor muse b is clueless abt who muse a really is at first. this could be so angsty and fluffy and just !!!!! i Want

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ok so hear a sister out… i want an actual  HEART WRENCHING  celebrity  &  non - celebrity thread. like muse a meeting muse b in the most random place and muse b  KNOWS  muse a is famous but they’re not gonna say anything but on the inside they’re secretly freaking out. but they get to talking  &  muse b kinda forgets that they are because they’re just so normal and they have so much fun talking to them,  and muse a has a rich lifestyle  &  is the most popular person in the world,  yet the only thing they wanna do is be with muse b. but dating the most famous person ever comes with the  DISADVANTAGES.  i want the ugly stans drilling them over dating their favorite star,  i want the paparazzi making up stories about muse b  &  giving the constant break up  -  conspiracy’s,  i want the late night drama filled phone  -  calls about  “ maybe this is just too much for me  “  &  muse b seeing muse a in a new picture released with  ANOTHER  apparent love interest,  and i want new songs released by muse a that’s a little  T O O   emotional to just be a careless piece of work.  i just want the constant back  &  forth between them  &  them wondering if their love is strong enough to overcome the difficulties or if all they are is a love that was never meant to last.

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“Did I give some guy a lap dance last night?” Charlie asked over her standard hangover breakfast of eggs, an english muffin, and avocado. “Cause I’m getting some real fuckin’ weird texts.” She took a sip of orange juice then returned to shoveling food into her mouth.

--Clover’s lips quirked into a slight grin. The girl’s memory churning for any reminisce of events that happened the prior evening. “i’ll be honest, the last thing I remember is  ordering about five shots and promptly drinking those same five shots.” Clover, finished her sentence by taking a large gulp of her coffee. The bitterly sweet taste being incredibly welcomed by the pale girl. 

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When I wake up, well I hope I’m gonna be I’m gonna be the man who’s waking up to you

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a certain coldness glossed his hues as they were fixated upon the back of clover so fiercely, anxiety over what decision was dominating the battle in her mind became more and more difficult to fight off. his message was, much like his appearance and stature, very contradictory to his more reluctant personality. kai could do nothing, only helplessly and silently hope that she abide by his threat, and make do on her part of the deal. all she had to do was sit across from him — it was that simple. truthfully, no amount of information he absorbed through interviews involving fellow fbi agents who knew her through her boyfriend, and her family, could prepare him for what course of action she ventures down when their paths ultimately crossed. when she rose before him, he could’ve sworn his breath became hitched in his throat for nothing short of a single second. unsure of whether he be on guard and brace for defense, or he relax and slide into this conversation with ease, kai’s gaze was stubborn in its straightforward direction regardless, even amidst clover passing right by the black clad male. as he gulped his nerves down, he felt the napkin abruptly bounce from the back of his head. the unsuspecting act alone pulled his attention away to shift upon his rounded shoulder instead, not entirely glancing back at her. did this mean she… accepts?, he thought, entirely puzzled as to what sort of read he should be taking away from this response. 

she’s lucky there are people around, otherwise, he would bring her by force to the chair before him, whether she accepted his ‘invitation’, or not. yet, he’s pursued her for months and months, what were two tables compared to hundreds of highways and back roads? as stubborn as he was, he also wasn’t, because a majority of the time, he couldn’t afford to be. kai begrudgingly mimicked her actions and arose from his seat. as to not confuse the limited number of staff preoccupied with mundane tasks, kai reassured them, “ i’ll actually be eating with my old friend here. “ there was the ever-so faintest tease of a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips, an unlikely sight from kai himself, but there was the hint of confidence becoming strongly present within as he gloated in the triumphant victory that he’d got her pegged. clover hadn’t the slightest inkling of who she was trying to make a joke out of. “ clover fiammetta.“ her name rolled off of his tongue with such familiarity and ease, while he pulled the chair out in front of her and took his seat. “ we’re red now? is there meant to be some sort of irony behind this? “

no difference in hair color provided by a wig could make those uniquely distinguishable features unnoticeable; her eyebrows alone stood out so dominantly above everything else, just like in the photos. there was something about studying the image of a person for such an extended period of time, and then finally meeting them face to face, that created this feeling of disbelief for him. “ where should we begin? of course, you anticipate i ask about your ex-boyfriend. but let’s start with a topic that i know will get you to listen, and quit your games, as well as this chase ——— your parents. “ he could relate with familial love; hell, his own family was the sole reason behind this very meeting to begin with. “ i understand they haven’t heard from you since around the time right before you committed murder. don’t you want to know how they’re doing? what they wanted me to say to you when i would find you? what they think of the whole story we had to tell them? “ softer hazel eyes lifted from his curiously tapping finger to meet her expression, analyzing it for any sort of genuine reaction at the mention of loved ones. at first glance, he wouldn’t take her for a stone-cold killer, and especially not one who would entirely torch their longtime lover. but then again, most never took him for what he was either. looks are deceiving, and after all, she’s currently trying to deceive her own. “ it’s been too long, clover. i don’t think you understand the danger you are putting them in the longer you continue this cat and mouse game. “

--Clover’s back stiffened at the mention of her parents, there was no way they were brought into her mess for more than simple questioning. They had nothing to do with her grievances. But, she couldn’t be sure. The government were ruthless when it meant getting what they wanted. They would use every tool they had -- no matter how innocent. Clover, let a large gulp slide down her large throat as every ounce of false confidence slowly faded from her being. She was kidding herself if she thought she could keep up the act. Clover, was anything but confident. She didn’t test people -- not when it meant her parents were possibly in danger. In truth, Clover, would risk her life if it meant her parents were free. Clover’s parents were her everything now. She had lost the one person who loved her despite her blemishes, at mercy of her own hands. The wig clad girl, was not going to be the cause of endangering more of her loved ones.  

Clover’s voice stayed calm and quiet. She didn’t want any bystanders to hear the tense conversation being exchanged by the unlikely duo. “Why exactly would my parents be in any danger? They’ve done nothing but be related to a poor excuse of a daughter. --” Clover, trailed off for a brief moment as her thoughts swirled around her own self pity. God, she was pathetic...-- A sharp inhalation swam through Clover’s petite nose as she regained her train of thought and continued on speaking, “Is the government really that desperate to catch m e, it’s willing to murder two innocent people? How patriotic.”  A deep furrow seeped across her prominently dark brows. There wasn’t an ounce of confidence behind her words. But, Clover, be damned if she didn’t try and toy around with the gentleman just a little bit. 

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Do you blame her? For what happened? No. Because she blames herself. It was no one’s fault.  You still love her, right? Of course I do! You should tell her.

A Quiet Place (2018), dir. John Krasinski

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I FOUND THIS IN SOMEONE'S RULES, AND IT'S RELEVANT

I like to know my writing partner. This isn’t always necessary, and if you’re not the sort of person who tries to get chummy with their roleplaying buddies, that’s absolutely fine, but in my experience, the plots and characters that last the longest are the ones with the players that I can message at 3 in the morning with an idea without feeling like I’m bothering them. 

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                                ‘ don’t be a baby, ’ aaron holds out the joint with eyebrows raised in expectation, a smoky foil hazing over viridescent irises. ‘ it’s marijuana – you’re not gonna die. it’s h e r b a l !! ’ he’ll retract extended fingers only to bring the concoction toward chapped lips, inhaling for mere seconds before smoke begins to drift through his parted mouth, surrounding them with the grey of shadowed air. ‘ i promise – you’re gonna love it. it’s legal in like, at least 90% of the world now. ’

-- Clover, rolled her wide eyes at the other. She knew marijuana was harmless but she just wasn’t particularly interested. Truthfully, in different circumstances she would have been more than interested.  She had to stay alert and keep her guard up. The action of smoking a joint would do the exact opposite. Clover, didn’t need the stress and quit frankly, the smell to her was horrendous. “ You know, my momma, always told me about peer pressure. But, I always thought it would get left back in high school. “ Clover, cocked her eyebrows playfully.  “Plus, alcohol and pot make for a very odd combination” 

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        glaring headlights danced across several stained, withered down curtains as he pulled into a vacant parking spot. at one point, he was almost certain, these curtains were pearl white. if this was truly the location she had been temporarily sheltering herself at, he could almost pity her. i’ll be doing her more of a service than anything else, putting this girl out of her misery, he thought. it had been an exhaustingly long and treacherous five months, and the longest period of time kai spent away from home. home was a funny word for it, washington d.c. and his little one bedroom apartment, but it was home nonetheless for the last decade. 

        nobody had put up quite the chase such as this one has. kai couldn’t believe that her whereabouts continued to be unknown, and any time he believed he may have finally found the lead to end it all and bring him to her, it turned out to be yet another instance of getting there too slow, and too late. when he’d come to think of it, nobody else had the knowledge already that others would be after them. she was a fugitive after all, something to do with murdering her boyfriend by burning him alive. a miserable fate to submit to. as of right now, clover fiammetta was top priority to return to the fbi, as she killed one of their own. if he failed to return her alive, then he would be failing his family, and that was something he hasn’t done in the last ten years; he wasn’t about to do it today. 

        darkness swallowed his figure whole as he stepped out of his vehicle and patted down his wardrobe. a single light flickered over the lot, not helping kai’s vision whatsoever while he surveyed the run down motel for any sort of front office. he may not have spotted one, but he did recognize almost immediately when his eyes fell upon her, the very person he’d come here for — clover. all of this running and chasing, and yet here she was, casually enjoying some food in an equally run down, attached diner, that created an ‘L’ formation with the building. kai straightened himself out to appear normal and relaxed while he neared the diner, not wanting to create any reason to arise suspicion and lose her right as he has her. clover was different, a unique kind of mission, as this was the first request he’d gotten where he wasn’t intended on killing the suspect. once he’s fortunately seated behind the other, he craftily and swiftly lured a pen into his possession from a cup beside the register, and confiscated the nearby napkin to write her a message.                   do not yell or make any sudden moves.                    come sit two tables back with me.                   try to run and you will be quickly stopped, then i’ll kill every person here         kai was curious to see just how willing and cooperative she would be. he had actually hoped she would easily comply, and not be naive enough to follow her impulses and attempt escape. the last thing the boy wanted to do was slaughter innocent people, which he’d NEVER done, and never would do - but he didn’t want to give off the impression that he places empty threats either. one glance around the room confirmed no eyes lingered on him, and he comfortably slid the napkin over to her table and directly in her line of vision, with the help of his own special ability. 

Clover, sat alone in a dingy and cold hunter green booth. The paint chipping to revel little bits of tarnished silver underneath. Her presence was illuminated by the harsh glow of the iridescent lights overhead. Clover, was mindlessly chewing on a greasy burger. This was the first meal, Clover, had consumed in almost six months that wasn’t eaten behind closed doors of a dimly lit hotel room. It was an odd pleasure. Clover, felt almost normal. Which was a feeling, she had deeply yearned for since the day, no second, she dashed from the home she and her boyfriend had built for themselves.

Clover, still had a hard time accepting her fate. She was a fugitive, there was no way else to explain her situation. She had killed one of America’s bravest and America was angry. Clover, was on every wanted list known to man. Luckily, she had been slick, the perks of dating an FBI agent was knowing how to avoid an FBI agent. The keys to success, never use a cellphone, never use any form of payment besides cash, never create friendships, and most importantly, never. call. home. Besides, Clover, was truly hiding from her parents more than the FBI. She didn’t want them to know who she truly was. Clover, couldn’t bare to think about them knowing that she had powers. It grossed, Clover, out to even think about her ability. So, of course, it would gross her parent’s out. She was their legacy, and a murderous legacy was better than the truth of  whatever Clover actually was. Because, she was shameful.

Clover, saw a note slide into her gaze. The movement jerked her fast from the depths of her thoughts and feelings. ‘How was this happening’, she thought to herself. Notes did not move by themselves, things like that didn’t exist. But, neither did balls of fire flying from someone’s palms. So, Clover, accepted the reality and grasped the note. Curiosity, now, enveloped the girl’s mind. She started to read the note and with every line passing by the realization hit her. She had been found.

How did this happen? I had been careful – so so careful. Were the only two sentence running through her mind. But, Clover, knew the why didn’t matter now, she was presented with a choice; either she run and say fuck the lot or she stay and finally give up on the chase. She was tired, after all, she had been running for six months. Her body was warn downed and dark circles started to form under her eyes from the lack of sleep. But, was she ready to let everything come crashing down? Clover, wasn’t sure, because for the first time in her life she was being reckless. Even if she was trapped by a chase she felt almost free.

Clover, decided to make a third choice. One, where she was partly in command. She wanted to see what her possible captor was made of. If he would truly follow through with his threat of offing another. She wasn’t the type to risk another’s life but in the realm of surviving casualties happen. Clover, lifted herself from her tiny booth as she crumpled the note in the depths of her palms. The harsh plastic edges of her ruby red wig brushing against her bony shoulders. She sat herself in the booth closest to the door that gave her a clear view of the other’s back. Clover, lifted her hand with the note tight inside. Her whole body shook from the intensity of the situation and the slight breeze that swept through the air from the air conditioner. Why were diners always cold? With that thought, Clover, threw the note back at the other. The crumpled piece of paper bounced off the other’s dark head and rolled onto the floor. Clover, wasn’t sure what was about to go down but she knew she truly wasn’t ready to give up hotel hopping and hiding.

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         Somewhere at the 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 of my brain            I just don’t 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 and I don’t want to.

                        But I do, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺…

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         Somewhere at the 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 of my brain            I just don’t 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 and I don’t want to.

                        But I do, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺…