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He wasn't beauty he wasn't grace.

Aron would never be like Cillian. Never be as virtuous as kind. He'd never be as graceful and sly as Ha-Min. Never trusting like Gray.

I like to say that he's been worn away by time. By the losses he faced in life. From loosing his mother. To breaking up with Olivia. It really did feel like the world hated him.

He had sad eyes. Deep gold but the bags would always be there and he'd always carry the guilt of the past. Guilt of things he couldn't change.

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Dear lord, if I get to heaven, will you let me bring my man?

Melanie doesn't completely believe in the lord, in god. Her father is catholic and attends church every Sunday, Eva doesn't not go.

"Dear lord. . .if I get to heaven, will you let me bring my man?" She whispered softly as she found something worth keeping.

Down on her knees in the front pew. Pray for more time with the people she care about. Her friends, her moon.

"When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in. Father you tell me if you can? All that grace, all that body. All that face makes me wanna party."

Lastely she'd been slipping away to attend church once a month. For her father, and to get better. Eva said that she didn't have the Lenn disease but it seemed to be not true. She couldn't have known. Though, she also wasn't going to let anyone know till the very end.

"He's my moon. He makes me shine like diamonds."

To be entirely honest, after the lying, the killing nothing made her think she'd actually get into heaven; the place for the pure and kind. People like her mother and Katya. And the only reason she had to believe in such a place was her sister. Someone she'd kill to see again.

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A laugh from the heart

I'm going to pretend to be Ha-Min. Watch me fail. No one looks at my tumblr anyways 🙄

With her hands on her stomach I was taken aback. The sound of her laughter filled the silence. I couldn't help but stare. Was it something I did?

Her laugh was deeper, and genuine. She laughed with her entire body. Face lit up like New Year's Eve. I'd never seen her smile like that. Honestly I didn't know Melanie was capable of feeling joy. Disgust or indifference were her main moods.

I look down, to find my cat suddenly being cute, rolling around on the floor. Was that it-?

Leaning over I place a sunflower I her thick hair, it stands out against the black. I didn't know how to feel-- something so unexpected making her feel. Maybe she was opening up. How stupid. Podo sees me looking at him, the feline brushed up against Melanie's legs only furthering her joy. Couldn't he smell her dog?

"I didn't know you liked cats,"

"I like my dog, and I like animals that are calm and kind." She replied in between giggles.

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I may hate you.

Nai glared at him, side-eyeing the man. Though, it was hard to take her seriously considering he was a whole foot taller than her. Ha-Min and Cillian had height on their side.

"I may hate you, but if she smiles like that then you must be doing something right." Nai said as bluntly as possible. Something about Ha-Min was off putting but it couldn't be helped. Maybe it was because. Nai over looked her best friends amoral tendencies.

"I don't ever want to hear that you made her cry. If you're anything like-" Nai paused mid sentence. "You understand my point. I won't be here much longer but I'm trusting you."

Trusting him not to fuck up and trusting that Melanie won't relapse.

"You're trusting me? With what?"

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Debt to repay

The nurse stared her dead in the eyes and with the most serious face and tone, said,

"If you break another bone you'll be so deep in debt. . ." She looked away. Amity was drowning in hospital bills, the regular visits.

"You're too kind to me."

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"I want you stay"

Amity let a silent tear shed. His face in her hands. Her darling had been killed. As Amity hung her head her black frames fell to the tile floor. "My darling's gone, "

"Birds of a feather you said we'd stick together-"

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Ma Cherrie

M: I'll be home late. The apartment is yours to stay in.

*typing*

M: This case is time consuming. A little close to home.

H: Alright. . .

And in fact he does stay in her little apartment keeping her Great Dane company. Around four A.M the front door gently closes. He rested there peacefully in her couch. It was far from luxury.

Melanie's gaze softened as she lifted him bridal style from the couch and to her bed. She still had work to do. Calling people still, winding down herself for a righteous night of potential nightmares. Sure she was home but this was the life she chose. Melanie always got on Nai's case when she overworked herself. Though, Nai was prone to burnout.

"Yes, hello?" Melanie answered the phone. "Is this Mr. Donavan? It's late, I'm aware but it's absolutely critical I inform you of your wife's death." She spoke and started stripping back the layers. The coat hung up neatly in the closest, her sweater folded, resting on the drsssed, and trousers beside it. The man had been uncontactable making her life hard but on top of that he was a suspect in an ongoing homicide investigation.

"Yes, I am. But, she what-? You must have the wrong person." He replied into the phone.

"No, she is dead." Melanie tripped over her sentences and it sounded wrong. But the point was made.

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Non, Je n'aime pas language learning

Melanie's voice had become lighter, softer and full of life when she was around him. Others it was heavy and low. Hot mud always weight it down.

"Haha, non, je suis désole. Je n'aime pas à aprrends français. In fact, I don't even like speaking French. I much prefer Russian." Staring up at the ceiling she didn't mind it as much now but Russian would always be the most comfortable.

"I do like speaking to you though."

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Film, Vogue, Ha-Min

Standing behind him a few feet Melanie held a small camera. Looking through it carefully to aquire the right shot.

"Smile,"

He wasn't sure why he did as she asked, it wasn't difficult by any means. The smile he gave her was natural yet confused. Click.

"I'll keep this forever." She chuckled, trying hard not the let the camera slip from her hands. She took a few more pictures of him and then the scenery. Little did he know she wanted an entire album solely of him. It wasn't just the way he looked.

Maybe you belong in the cover of Vogue. She thought.

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Fuck you.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're an aggressive woman?"

Melanie sneered at him. "Yes. . ."

"Who?"

"You! And if you don't leave me alone then I will screw you over so hard you break." She said, eyes close and teeth clenched behind her lips. "I know very powerful people."

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It's Just A Cigarette

I put my hand on his. Sometimes we'd just sit and smoke and driving along the island of Manhattan. Maybe it was cheesy and maybe it was corny but the way I loved him and the way he looked tonight just had me.

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Riptide.

Lady, coming on down to the riptide.

I know you're scared

Taken away to the dark side

Isn't that what your name means? Dark?

I wanna be your left hand man

You are left handed.

I love you when you're singin' that song and

The song of your mothers

I got a lump in my throat 'cause

I don't know what to say

You're gonna sing the words wrong

if you try to in French.

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The ocean: pretty from a far.

His hand slipped. The staggering cliffs below. The crashing sea. There wasn't an once of fear in her eyes as she fell. The cold metal glided out of his hands, the simple feeling. She'd never forget the way he looked at her as she fell.

This was another fear of hers-- the water. Titanium sinks, and while it is light both her arms are made of that metal. Nothing was audible and she crashed through the surface and plunged. Despite knowing how awful the situation was she felt numb.

Free falling, his body made hard contact with hers. He didn't hesitate to jump after.

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Female rage is not a fancy.

A deep cry from the throat ripped from her lips. The the sobs that quickly followed were ear splitting. The white fluorescent above a single sink, the cracked mirror. The front half of luxury pen shoved viciously into the glass.

She feel to her knees sobbing. She loathed everything about herself. With all the money in the world she was still broken. So unfortunate. So broken. More angry cries fill the silence. Alone in her bathroom, her parents were out for the evening.

Keep trying they said, it will be fine they said. 79 pens sit in a box underneath her bed. Some broken in half, the others had no tips. The paper filled with illegible words. Torn to shreds and sitting neatly flattened into a piles. Just stacks of papers and notepads.

It was a peculiar thing, the way she'd tear apart her room and put it back together soon after.

Melanie kept count. Every broken pen. If she kept screaming any more she'd lose her voice too. Standing up in an angry fit punched the mirror senseless. There was no mirror and that mirror was expensive.

Her breath rose and fell, "THESE STUPID THINGS DON'T WORK!"

Melanie couldn't stand the mess. She didn't look as she abused the glass. There were no hands to bloody.

Now sitting beside the door, she hugged her knees.

Nobody keeps the broken.

[girl is like 18 in this and just received her prosthetics, they wanted to wait till she was fully developed so that she wouldn't have a surprise growth spurt.]

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Rework for later

Ha comes over and Mel is cleaning her apartment, it's a bi weekly thing she does. Tells him about a vodka her parents sent over. Has a close just for liquor (mainly cause she doesn't get to drinking them much)

Perhaps he offers to help clean but she's like, "don't say that, I think you'd lose patience incredibly quickly." Cause she's very very picky about how things are done and in what order.

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Dmitrievna.

Running through the streets, her heart felt like it was going to break her ribs. Melanie couldn't contain herself in the slightest.

"PAPA! DMITRI-!?" Even as a grow woman she'd always called her father papa no matter what. He'd been sent of to war a while ago but when she received word that he'd be in France Melanie couldn't miss the chance to see him. Though, the streets were flooded with people. Bodies crashed into hers and they felt like crashing into stone. Fearful, she had not actually seen him in years. How stupid of her to not visit and only write. What if he died? What if he died like Katya did? She had found the place he told her to met him but it was far to busy.

Her voice had gone hoarse from screaming. "Papa, I miss you, I miss mama." Her chest heaved. Feeling like a little child with hot sweaty tears rolling down her checks Dmitri had found his little girl. His cold resting bitch face looked softer, empathetic.

"Melanie, it's alright now, I'm here. I'm here."

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She a bitch but she's mine

"Yaahh like my shades?" She said sliding across the dark floor of their apartment and nearly falling. Aron raised his head from his laptop and stared, confused.

"Seelie, you've had those." He replied. Meretseger spun around the living room in her socks and shades.

"Sooo? I asked if you liked them," Meretseger told him as she placed the heart sunglasses on his head. "Hey, let's go for a drive!" Sighing, he closed his laptop and thought about it.

Aron hadn't really left the apartment in a while so maybe a drive wasn't so bad. Though he'd have to be back in time to meet a client. Shaking his head the shades fell down onto his nose.

"Alright, do you want me to drive?"