a cold sweat prickled along ragatha's spine. the defenses had finally fallen.
the breakthrough ragatha was trying to make for years, and all she could feel was a painful vibration drumming in her chest.
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the blame dies on his lips, dies in the prickling of tears & shallow breaths, dies in growing tremors.
he speaks so quietly.
" i — i never wanted to be 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 . . . "
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ragatha inched forward once again, her eyes following his.
"oh 𝑗𝑎𝑥..." she cautiously raised her hand to stroke his cheek... just like old times.
˘͈ᵕ˘͈ 𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙮 retweeted
"you will bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed and," it went on forever.
the words ragatha wanted to say died on her tongue.
there was no fixing it, really. too much happened, too many people were hurt.
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" just stop bothering picking at the broken glass & none of it will be your problem anymore. you'll stop getting hurt. "
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the time we had together we stole. i cheated fate to be with you. we shouldn't have had that time together, but we did. and i wouldn't change that for the world.
say something. 𝙨𝒂𝙮 𝙨𝒐𝙢𝒆𝙩𝒉𝙞𝒏𝙜.
but she couldn't. it felt as if she was frozen in time. her mouth parted, yet no words felt suitable enough to come out.
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" that was the whole game, right? "
& he smiles again, strained. he sounds exhausted, almost desperate for an answer.
" so, what's the 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡? what's the point in trying to fix me when you have all these other people who love you & your 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛? "
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"what i've always wanted is how things used to be. when we actually talked to each other, spent time with each other, when we could 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 be in a room together without all of this animosity!"







