#shithead i miss u too but this isn’t abt u so get out of my head rn

[triggeringtommy]

god am i really gonna cry on my way to work the Fuck is wrong with meeeee

[dcmhnallach]

demiboy — ever hear people say APOLLO AMORETTO looks a lot like NICK ROBINSON? I think THEY/HE is about 22, so it doesn’t really work. The GRAPHIC DESIGN major is a JUNIOR that is from LIVINGSTONE, VT. They can be ADROIT, but they can also be INDELICATE. I think APOLLO might be A TIER 2 SHEPHERD. They are living in KIERAN. ( snot goblin. 20. EST. she/they. )

ok so i lied and this is after midnight. sue me. his background is a lil inspired by logan from veronica mars so like, sue me 2x. dnjkfmgh but !! give this a LIKE so i can come MESSAGE U FOR PLOTS !!!

TRIGGER WARNING - DEATH, MURDER, MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, GRIEF

a e s t h e t i c s

fingers across keyboards and piano keys, m&m’s scattered, vintage gaming consoles and tangled wires, worn vans and broken skateboards, banging of drums and splintering drumsticks, deep rhythms beating with your heart, the hum of a hefty computer and the buzz of a monitor, green text against black screens, unruly hair unkempt, flannels filling closets, bloody baseball bats, posters lining up and down walls, loud punk music shaking the walls, glares and whispers, the suffocation that comes with loneliness, pills rattling in their bottles, unmade beds.

general info !!

full name: apollo casimir amoretto

nickname(s): cas, polly, lover boy, 2000 (b/c of his screen names lmaoo)

b.o.d. - january 31st, aquarius boi

label(s): the escapist, the hellion, the insurgent, the netizen, etc. etc.

height: hitting 6′0″

hometown: livingstone, vt !

sexuality: bi bi bi bi bisexual

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biography !!

cristian amoretto and camilla silvestri had a romance that could be described turbulent at best, and downright explosive at worst

cristian, a native italian actor whose career began before he could walk, and camilla, the daughter of two italian immigrants with big dreams in a small town, met on the set of a coffee shop. their love story began quickly, dating within only a few months of knowing each other and engaged before the year was up

camilla walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant with lil’ baby apollo, who was then born in livingstone, vermont, aka the town that camilla’s family had settled in

was raised primarily by his mother and grandparents! his father was often off shooting movies, leaving camilla to take on the role of stay-at-home mom despite her own dreams of making it big as an actress

apollo grew up as a huge momma’s boy – i mean, god, he just really loved this mother, y’know? his relationship with his father was much rockier because of his … lack of being around.

when his grandparents died around the age of eight, that’s when things got…worse. it felt as if camilla’s parents were the only barrier between camilla and cristian’s budding wrath.

it became more apparent that cristian was not meant for the family life, his anger quick and his fists quicker, stinging words and venomous glares. a control freak who couldn’t handle camilla being independent.

this wasn’t apparent to the neighbors, or much of the town in general, because the amorettos were such a prominent family up in their beach-side mini mansion – it was hard to imagine that their life was anything but exquisite and dreamlike.

this was, of course, up until camilla filed for divorce and a restraining order in the same day, face bruised and nearly unrecognizable. she, obviously, got custody of apollo.

at this point in time, apollo was fourteen and…pretty stoked for them to get away from his father. they holed up southside and life continued as normal. for the time being. gossip swarmed apollo at school surrounding the circumstance which was annoying, to say the least. it led to him becoming withdrawn from the other students, not getting the whole … gossip appeal.

in hindsight, they should’ve moved out of livingstone. death threats in the form of letters and the eerie feeling of eyes constantly being on them came to a halt on apollo’s graduation day: the day that his father also, coincidentally, murdered his mother.

for making me miss out on years of my son’s life, was cristian’s excuse as he was escorted from the bloody crime scene at their apartment and into the police car.

cristian was convicted and sent to prison almost a whole year after it occurred. apollo still has dreams about testifying in court against his father as a witness.

and then apollo became known not as the son of two celebrities, but the son of a murderer. total bummer !

could not tell you why he stayed in livingstone, but he did. almost dropped out of college a good few times ( he isn’t passionate about graphic design, it’s more of him wasting time than anything else ) and spends most of his time raiding on WoW or competitively playing overwatch :/

speaking of college ! apollo was kieran’s roommate and like ... a close friend of his. the death hit him pretty hard b/c of his past.

lives in kieran but lately has been switching between his dorm and his childhood home - it’s technically his dad’s but he hasn’t been to his mom’s apartment in years. the mansion has become run-down and pretty grody, a sore sight that pisses off the neighbors.

he does identify as demiboy but he cares abt his identity like ... so little ... 

personality !!

his main focuses are computers / video games, drums / his band, and like … skating … vaping … gamer things, y’know.

from a young age he’d always been very fascinated by video games, and being the Rich Boi ™ that he was, ended up with a whole lot of them to play, on a whole bunch of consoles.

but like … he’s a PC guy :/ he may have a super rare nintendo 64 or two but nothing can beat his dual-monitor set up with his hand-built computer !

he also got real into hacking, y’know, just small things like watching security cameras in different cities and occasionally changing his grades b/c like … who wouldn’t ? also … cheated in dark souls. fucking loser.

his favorite games to play are multiplayer games so !!

he joined a band in high school because he was angsty and young, and like, turned out to be really good on drums ?? they had like … some real big jimmy eat world / green day / say anything / old school fall out boy vibes. just a whole bunch of ‘fuck the government, fuck the authority, anarchy, rebellion, revolt revolt revolt’ angry rock music that got a buuunch of noise complaints during practice.

his role in the band is essentially the ~nerdy~ one, because he’s a gamer, but like he was also Edgy and Angry and wore all black like Constantly ( he still does who are we kidding )

probably paints his nails black and has a nose ring b/c gamers can be edgy too !!

huuuuuge junk food junkie. like … he will consume Everything and Anything unhealthy. has a huge sweet tooth, he can’t remember the last time he’s drank straight up water.

he’s pretty much a loner, minus his bandmates -- having a reputation like his really ... puts off others. wasn’t the friendliest person in high school either, which doesn’t help. kieran and him were kindred souls.

to be honest, he’s really selfish. thinks about himself first and foremost, considers it to be a method of surviving in a fuck-shit town with fuck-shit people. wouldn’t hesitate to toss people to the side if it were to ever come down to it. he’s not a faithful pal.

he’s ruthless, impulsive, does whatever he pleases because he assumes that everybody’s already got their opinion of him due to his father. hard to stop him when he’s on a rampage.

seething with rage on the inside. :/

uuhhh so he’s got this fucking…pomsky, right? her name is tulip. she was camilla’s before she passed away and like, what was apollo gonna do, huh ? put the dog in a shelter ? hell fucking nah. that’s his dog now. give that dog an emotional support animal certification and boom.

this isn’t like a Personality Trait but idk where to put it so ! apollo’s on antidepressants ( and other medications, but y’know. that’s just how it is ) b/c like … y’know … the whole dad-murdering-mom thing sort of fucked him up a lot ! they make him feel pretty blah and diminished his sex drive so like … hook ups aren’t really an option for him 99% of the time.

besides that he smokes a lot of weed b/c self medication.

he’s … sort of an asshole. like … he can be rude and he doesn’t have much of a filter and i don’t know if there’s any softness left to him ! he just really misses his mom and has a lot of wishes involving changing the past and he reacts badly to things because he’s so defensive and on edge constantly.

no but he’s just like. .. sad gamer boi … a man and his dog … who also carries like five knives on him.

like he’s not socially awkward or necessarily Bad with people .. he’s just bad with people :/ doesn’t try hard enough ! is a little too apathetic ! chaotic to true neutral

wanted connections !!

bandmates !! i’d envision that there’s four or five members including him. two electric guitar, one bass, one drums / keyboard ( that me -_- ) , anybody singing ... maybe a triangle player ! or a cowbell ! i dunno ! endless possibilities.

fans of the band mayb ?? try to seduce him so they can party w/ them after a show n apollo’s just like :/ nah ( or yah ! )

people he clashes with hardcore !! people who are one n the same.

uuhh ... big slut for enemies ! ppl he refuses to get along with or they’ve been on bad terms previously for whatever reason. :-)

alternately, people he’s trying really hard to get along with but it’s not working b/c he’s a shithead.

maybe an actual good, close friend or two !! y’know. so he’s not completely alone. 

people he’s fucked over previously by ditching them / being unreliable / messy / etc.

besides close friends, someone who’s soft towards him or vice versa. because as much as i love angst, i love the uwu too.

ex-flings, ex-fwbs, ex-hookups, etc. etc. ex-gfs/bfs. especially from high school.

people he’s known all his life ! childhood friends, childhood enemies, old rivals, etc.

people who like ... stayed away from him / distanced themselves after his dad’s arrest. :/

okay but like ... imagine, okay , some sort of high school romance where he used to sneak into their room / sneak them out, n then they’d like. go wild out. y’know like, parents Hate him.

ppl who end up on one of his benders / night time adventures / whatever chaotic shit w/ him.

a hook-up gone bad could b fun !

gaming pals. gaming enemies.

skater buds ! vaping buds ! stoner buds ! apollo owns like three juuls.

someone he’s good friends with ( maybe ?? potentially developing Feelings at the same time ) but apollo fucks up their friendship / possible Something because that’s just what he Does.

somebody who thought tht like ... his childhood home was just Abandoned and Empty so they started breaking in to like. get high or fuck or whatever and apollo just walks in one day like ... what are u doing.

someone who caught him dealing juul pods to middle schoolers and was like ... what are u doing. idiot.

idiot reckless buddy pals !! wreck shit together !! burn couches !! chaos !

literally i’ll take anything sdjnfkmgh

[bts-story]

OMG. Sorry for taking not my idea for requesting, but could you do "would you write something abt jimin where he comes back on your doorstep after breaking up with you in the past?" but for Suga?? Your writing is fantastic and the idea is brilliant! I would be so grateful if you dont mind and writing another angst!

A, B, C, D, E, F U. – Suga 

Characters: Reader X YoongiRated: H for Have I ever proof-read before?

Musicblasts through his ears, mixed with laughter a bit too loud, admitting thedrops of alcohol the crowd has been drinking. There are some faces herecognizes, some that he hasn’t seen in such a long time that it brings a warmhug around his heart, some others that he’s seen all too recently, but brings asmile to his face nonetheless. His mom is on his right, bragging about sometrip she did with her husband the year before, expressing how much she wasmissing the beautiful landscape of the Bahamas.

Yoongibrings the glass of champagne to his lips, tasting the sweet bubbles of the beveragetickling his insides. He wasn’t paying much attention, only joining theconversation to approve of his mother’s sayings. He can see Taehyung, in anervous conversation with his aunt, trying to escape the deadly hands that keptplaying with his cheeks, and when their eyes met, Yoongi could swear he saw a cryfor help in the younger’s eyes.

ButYoongi did nothing, just a smile playing on his lips as he let his eyes wanderaround the room once more. His father is in a deep conversation with one oftheir neighbors, and Yoongi was grateful to the Heavens that he wasn’t stuckwith them. A loud laughter catches his attention, and he almost breaks his neckturning his head in the opposite direction, eager to find a new distraction.There sat a woman that he did not know, legs tightly squeeze together. Her headwas thrown back as a wave of giggles hit her, trying to hide her mouth with herhand, in vain. In front of her was Yoongi’s cousin, a handsome lad with hair abit too perfect (and Yoongi knows alot about things too perfect, he’s a goddamn idol after all).

It’swonderful, he thinks. It’s been so, so long he’s been here that he can’t quiteremember when was the last time. Around Christmas, maybe? Or was it last year?Thanksgiving, probably. All in all, there are some faces that he’s happy to see,ones that he missed dearly even though he wouldn’t admit it for anything in theworld. Some others, he’ll admit anyway, that he isn’t quite fond of seeing, buthe’s willing to ignore that fact, just for the sake of this party.

Daeguis beautiful under the winter’s snow, drenched in a cold white coat that wouldfreeze you to the bone. The fireplace, in the contrary, is warm and heats theliving room in the perfect temperature.

Nomatter how much he’s searched the place with his eyes, however, Yoongi cannotfind the person he’s looking for. He waited all evening, jumping on the doorevery time it rang, but was defeated with a sinking heart each and every timeit wasn’t the one he was hoping for. It’s only past nine, so he hopes thatthere is still a chance she mightcome. 

Butshe doesn’t. She does not come at ten, not when the clock strikes eleven either.

“Whathas you sulking like that?” There’s an arm wrapping around his shoulders, andthe warmth of his big brother’s body crashing against his side. The eldercrashes his almost empty drink against Yoongi’s full one, the tingling of theglass ringing in their ears. “Come on, smile, baby brother, the party isn’t that bad.” He winks at him, and Yoongi knowsexactly the meaning behind it – their mother’s parties tend to always be a fullamount of boring, but Yoongi guesses,yes, this one isn’t half as bad as the others. “What’s on your mind?”

Yoongiwould swear that his brother might have forced a bit too much on the alcohol, hethinks that he maybe should keep an eye on him, just in case the older decidesto do something regretful (none of the two brothers would talk about theirgrandmother’s eightieth birthday).

Hedoes not know what really is on his mind. The environment is just too weird tohim. When this house used to be home, it used to be his refuge after a long dayat school, those faces were familiar to him, but now – now, it almost feelsforeign. His home had become his studio, back in Seoul, his family has becomehis team members and colleagues. There’s something quite odd about it, and itall honesty, it frustrates Yoongi to the bone.

“Shewas working, you know.” That got Yoongi’s attention, for a moment, he wasn’tsure he still thought about her. But he got to thank his brother for alwaysguessing what was on his mind. Maybe he knew him too much, or either he was that readable. Yoongi thought aboutdenying, thought about asking who the hell was his brother talking about, butif growing up with him ever taught him something, was that his brother kneweverything about him. Especially when it was about his love life. “She musthave ended her shift now,” His brother trailed off, glancing at his watch witha pout on his lips before continuing once again, “You know what, I actuallythink that she should be home by now.”

“I’mnot going to her house, hyung.” Even before his older brother had the time toask why, Yoongi was detaching himself from his embrace, looking at the otherwith raised brows and a firm gaze that even had his brother to shut his mouth. “Thereis probably a reason why she’s not here tonight, and I’ll bet anything that it’sbecause she does not want to see me.”

Itwasn’t a secret to anyone how things ended between them two, and just eventhinking about it made Yoongi’s heart to clench on itself, pumping his bloodfaster in his veins. “Pussy.” His brother scoffed, sipping smugly at his glassof whatever alcohol he was in, Yoongi did not care because this word only madehim straighten his back, pinch his lips as he was ready to fight his brother,here and then.

“I’mnot – I’m not a pussy, what the fuck?” But his older brothers say nothing else,he just keeps on drinking his glass with raised brows that had Yoongi’s heartto pump even faster than before, though this time, it isn’t because of nostalgia.“Stop looking at me like that.” Yoongi’s foot taps nervously on the floor, andhe really is this close to throw his glass of champagne into his brother’s facebecause, the shithead just doesn’t stop, and the smug look on his face issomething that Yoongi wouldn’t have miss even in a thousand years. “I’m not afucking pussy, don’t be an ass.”

“Okay.”His older brother shrugs his shoulders, though Yoongi has spend enough yearsgrowing up with him to know that, this look he has on his face tells anythingbut ‘okay’, and Yoongi hates it. 

Hehates it, because maybe there’s a part where his brother isn’t wrong, thatthere is a part of him that is afraid of going to her house, and no matter howdeadly his eyes are towards his sibling, it doesn’t change the fact that he’sright. Maybe he is a pussy. “I hate you.”

Theelder says nothing, but the way his eyebrows raise speaks a thousand words thatYoongi definitely don’t want to hear. And his brother has this smile – no, it’sworse than that, it’s a grin, a smirk – that Yoongi desperately wants to eraseoff his face, and he’s about to do it, about to roll off a curse from the tipof his tongue but then, he crosses the stare of his mother not far away and hestops himself right before it’s too late. He hates the power she has over himjust as much as he hates the idiot he has for brother. 

So,it goes like this for the entire night, his mind occupied with the onlypresence of a woman, a woman that he surely hates his guts – despise him forwho he is, for what he’s done and how he done it. He hates himself too, he’stoo biter and he has too much feelings that he doesn’t like, he can’t help it,it’s stronger than him. It’s the result of weeks, no months of denying thetruth to himself, of ignoring the hatred feeling he had in the bottom of hisguts every time he looked in the mirror, ignoring the ache in his heart everytime his thumb ghosted over the name of her contact in his phone, trying tofind the reason of this whole situation.

Andmaybe, maybe that’s the reason why his feet dragged him here, exactly one hourand a half after the party ended, in front of a house that he almost grew upin, that he used to consider home asmuch as his parent’s house. It has a white porch, and he notices that the oldwood of the first step to the front door is crackled, just like he noted the onlylight comes from the first floor, last window to the right.

Hestays here for a little while, just fixing at the old house with a feeling ofnostalgia in the tip of his fingers. There’s a battle happening in the field ofhis mind, two parties opposed to each other, one that claims that anything inthe whole wide world is a better idea than knocking on the door, and the otherclaiming, shouting that it’s the best decision he could make in his entirelife.

Yoongidoes not know who to listen, it’s like those shows happening in the television,where there is an angel whispering in his ear, another devil speaking theirwords to influence him the best he can. Yoongi is torn, and he wants to shoutat them to just shut the hell up, so he can think. So he can determine on hisown what to do, and what to say in case he decides to give in to his own fantasy. 

Andhe doesn’t even realize before it’s already too late, the only thing breakinghis thoughts is the sound of his knuckles rasping over the wooden door. His eyeswiden, big and round when he understands what he just did – and he takes himone second only to know that he wants to get the hell out of here, to run downthe street or hide behind the nearest car like he used to do as a child when hedid the same pranks to his neighbors. But no, his two feet are stuck, scotchedon the porch as if they’re trying to mock him, to force him to face hisactions. 

Ittakes no more than a minute before the door opens harshly, and the air isknocked out of his lungs when the person behind appears. He feels dizzy for amoment, lips parted open and then, he sweating, his hands are clammy, he feelshot and it’s saying something because the icy snow is still trying to eat hisflesh. 

Shestands there, eyebrows frowned and a curse ready to fall off her lips atwhoever dares to come to her house at this hour of the night but – but it diesat the moment her eyes falls on Yoongi. And then, she doesn’t know what to say,and Yoongi would kill to know what are her feelings because, he doesn’t knowwhat his own are, and maybe it’ll help to know what’s in front of him. If he’sabout to face the vicious rage of a giant ready to kill on sight, or if he’llbe met with warm hands, a warm breath and the warm eyes of an old friend.

Butthere’s none of either. There’s just a blank face, dead of any expressioncoming his way and it twist at his inside like a tornado in the middle of thesea. “Hi.” That’s all he can manage to say, all that he feels safe enough tospeak because he knows that whatever else he says, it might come of wrong.

Heexpects the door to shut right to his face, he waits for the loud thud of thewood slamming on the frame. Though there isn’t even a hint of a smile, she justcrosses her arms over her chest, leaning against the doorframe, waiting forwhatever might come her way.

Yoongiclears his throat, bouncing on the heels of his feet awkwardly, his handsfinding a way in the pockets of his jacket. “Hi.” he says again, just a littlelouder this time, in case she hasn’t heard the first time, what he doesn’t knowthough was that she heard him loud and clear before. “I… I didn’t saw you atthe party,” he’s nervous, clearly, and once more, there’s something that hehates. He despises the way she’s making him feel, she’s not even doing anythingother than looking at him and he’s already a stuttering mess.

“Yeah.”It’s a simple word, Yoongi isn’t even sure she said it but – but he hears itnonetheless, and it’s wonderful, the way it reaches his ears so naturally. And hemissed it. So much.

Hedoesn’t know what to say after that, he didn’t have the time to think thisthrough, and now, she looks at him with a way that makes his word to stuck inhis throat. And no matter what bribes of words comes through his mind, it’s notenough, it doesn’t fit the situation, he’s at a loss of words, and it makes hismouth dry, it makes a knot to form in his throat that’ll definitely block anyword trying to come out.

“Whyare you here, Yoongi?” He can’t answer, it’s a question way too difficult tofind a response to. He doesn’t even know how he got here, how his body wasstronger than his mind, and the way she looks at him is enough to make him wantto never leave again.

“Idon’t know,” It’s the truth, he can’t even lie to her face, not right now, it’simpossible when she has this hurt look on her face. The one he’s sure she hadwhen he broke up with her, all those months ago – and he’s an idiot, because hedoesn’t even know what she looked like, he was a coward, a pure, idiotic cowardthat couldn’t even face her when he broke her heart. “I’m sorry, I don’t knowwhat I’m doing here.”

Andhe turns to leave. His feet finally finding the willing power to take off theground, and he’s almost down the three steps to the pavement when he stopshimself again, turning around as she watched him leave. But this time, he can’t.He just cannot leave again, not when it’s been so long since he’s seen her. Andhe’s done being a coward, he’s done leaving her.

“No,I…” He climbs the stairs again, and she straightens her back, her arms fallingto her sides at the sudden confidence Yoongi shows, it’s foreign, weirdcompared to the nervous being he was not a minute ago. “You weren’t there, atthe party, I mean. There was everyone, family, neighbors, people that I don’teven know, old classmates, friends and I miss you–”

“Friends?”She interrupted him, scoffing at the word, her shoulders jumping as she let asnort escape her. “Because you think we’re friends?” There is a weird soundcoming from the back of her throat, something that hinted him of a storm, onethat he faced many times when they were still a couple, when she was still hisand he was still hers. “We’re not friends, we’re not – You broke up with me, Yoongi,you don’t get to come here and say that you miss me.”

“It’snot –” 

“No,you know what, I’m done keeping quiet, it’s my turn to talk.” And he was right,the fire is clear in her eyes, the storm is here, not hidden behind themountains anymore, it’s grey and dark and there’s no light clearing his way. It’scold, icy, freezing. “You broke up with me, Yoongi, and I get it. I get thatyou were to live your dream, to become a superstar around the whole continent,hell the whole world. But what am I, uh?” He’s quiet, lips steal shut like achild getting grounded for punching another kid in the schoolyard. “Wasn’t I theone who told you to keep on believing in your dreams? Wasn’t I the one thatheld your hands when the whole world was against your choices, even yourparents? Wasn’t I the one to stand by your sides when you were feeling down?”

Shespeaks so quickly yet Yoongi catches every single word escaping her mouth, hedoes not miss one syllable, not one letter and every single one of them cuts awound deeper into his heart each single time. “I –”

“Itold you to go to Seoul, I told you to go to the audition, I helped you goingthrough your doubts. And how did you repay me?” Though she let the silence fallafter her question to catch her breath, she did not expect any answer, and Yoongiknew better than to find one. “You left me.” Even hearing those words, it hurthim. And it’s really freaking selfish because he doesn’t get to be hurt by thethings he’s done, he doesn’t get to be the victim here, and she surely won’tlet him. “Over a fucking text.” He’s an idiot for showing up here, for hopingthat there could be a part of her ready to forgive him, ready to maybe –eventually, take him. He’s a fool, a stupid, clueless fool. “Do you have anyidea what it did to me? Do you know what I was to feel when you were out there,having the time of your life?”

“Idid think about you, every single fucking day.” He can’t keep quiet anymore. Hehas things to say, he can’t let her insult him like a helpless lamb, becauseeven though she’s right, there’s things she doesn’t know. And that’s only thenthat he can blame the alcohol running in his veins, because he has to find areason for his outburst, though he knows, deep down, that he should keep hismouth shut, and let her say all the things she has on her heart.

“No.No, you don’t get to say that.” She was raising her voice now, and Yoongi wondershow the neighbors didn’t got out of their home yet, how they didn’t wake anyoneyet. And she has her fingers pointed at him, accusing him of things she hasn’t saidyet. “You don’t get to pity yourself and make me become the villain here. Youhave no right, Yoongi, no fucking right to come to my house and say thosethings, say that you miss me. You have no right to come here after months, samemonths that I spend trying to forget you, to get over you. It was so fuckinghard, you know, convincing myself to not love you anymore. Convincing that youwere just a fucking piece of trash that forgot about his girl as soon as famewas involved. And I don’t care what made you think that. I don’t care what youwere thinking at the time, d’you know what? Because you broke my heart, youfucking send me a text to end things, and I hate you for that. I hate you fornot having the guts to tell me face to face that you didn’t love me anymore,that it was over between us.”

Andthere are tears streaming down her face, like the Niagara Falls, it wets hershirt, crashes on the floor beneath her. Yoongi is this close to lift histhumb, wiping her tears away but he can’t, he can’t cross this line because,she hates him, she hates him so fucking much. And he sees it now, he sees howmuch he hurt her, how much he’s still hurting her, after all those months, she’sstill crying for him, and if he knew better, if he ever cared about her, just alittle bit, he should leave. He should walk away, turn his back and nevercontact her again.

Shespits her hatred, everything that build into her mind over all this time, allthe things she dreamed to say to his face.

Yoongican’t blame her. He stays quiet instead, he listens, remembers how every wordshe says paints his inside with the feelings of hurt and shame. It may last allnight until she finishes her speech, until she finally lets out all the fireshe has inside of her, all the wind and lightening clouding her mind.

Helistens, until the end. Until she catches her breath, and the tears had triedonto her cheeks, no matter how hurtful it feels.

I let what comes afterwords to your imagination. 

- Nageoire