#Sorry I'm really late on updates I am Not online on the weekends much

[royalarchivist]

As part of the French charity event currently happening, Baghera was on call with Tubbo, Cellbit, and Philza! (Starting around 7 hours 15 minutes into her stream, they joined call in that order).

Currently, Antoine and Etoiles are doing a "Insuline & Nicotine" DJ set on Etoiles' Twitch channel!

[mariacallous]

When Katie Santry picks up the call, the police have just finished their investigation. It’s 10 pm on Thursday, and, she says, cops are staying outside her Columbus, Ohio, home all night. She’s candid and friendly for someone going through what she is. Local news and curious neighbors have been outside much of the day. Online, hundreds of thousands of people have become voyeurs in her saga. Police are standing guard around the clock.

This is what happens when you ask TikTok if your house is haunted.

A few days ago, Santry and her boyfriend were putting in a fence in their yard and noticed a strange object while digging: something that appeared to be a rolled-up rug buried in the ground. A few days later, the 34-year-old opened her laptop to find the screen cracked and items on her desk misplaced. Her boyfriend and their kids said they didn’t have anything to do with it. She posted a TikTok talking about the rug and wondering aloud if her home was haunted: “I’m literally shaking.”

Santry went viral. The video currently has more than 3.1 million views.

Online sleuths—“motherfuckers,” Santry calls them—began pestering her for updates, telling her to dig up the rug, call the police. Eventually she did call, but the cops opted not to investigate further after seeing the rug.

On Thursday morning, however, Santry posted that she and some friends were going to dig up the rug later that day. Before she could, homicide investigators from the Columbus Police Department called and said they were coming. They brought cadaver dogs.

As the police searched, Santry went Live on TikTok. Investigators brought two dogs. The first one sat, indicating it smelled human remains. The second one did the same. Santry “started crying on the Live” and stopped the feed. (WIRED tried calling the public information office for the Columbus Police Department to seek comment, and the voicemail box was full. A spokesperson told The Columbus Dispatch on Friday that what was buried in Santry’s yard “could be anything” and that police were still investigating.)

“If I don’t get on a murder podcast after this, I’m going to be pissed,” Santry said in a post later Thursday night. “I’m not trying to, like, make a joke out of it … I’m absolutely freaked out, and this is how I handle things: dark humor.”

WIRED spoke to Santry late on Thursday night about that feed, being hounded online, and what it’s like when a true-crime admirer finds themselves at the center of their own episode.

Angela Watercutter: Hi, how are you?

Katie Santry: I am …

Sorry, I realized that was the wrong question as soon as I started saying it.

Yeah. I naturally almost went, “I'm good! How are you?” But it's been a day.

I guess I'll just go right into it. What is happening at your house right now? I think you said on TikTok that the police were staying overnight.

So there's two or three police officers outside the house right now. They're staying overnight, and then they are planning on having crime scene investigators here tomorrow morning.

How is that affecting your life? Obviously it's upside down, I would imagine.

I'm technically trying to protect our address as much as possible. Actually, there was a Live going on TikTok with thousands of people in it and a few people hosting it, and one of them apparently lives in my neighborhood, and I actually popped on and asked them to stop talking about where we live because they were describing my house and they were saying that we left and that the police made us leave. I came on and I basically said, “Hey, we're still here, and I would really like it if you'd stop explaining exactly what our house looks like and where we live.”

They actually ended the Live, which I appreciated. But I know there's a few others going on right now too.

A few other Lives in your neighborhood?

Not in my neighborhood. There's just a lot of Lives going on currently on TikTok of people talking about it and trying to figure out where I live, who I am.

Right. Everyone’s an investigator now. When you replied to my email earlier, you said you were locking down your Facebook. I imagine that was also part of this, right?

I was trying to make my Facebook private. I was trying to edit my name on Facebook just to help protect myself. Where I work and all that stuff was public on my Facebook. So yeah, I was just trying to edit that down to help myself.

It’s so wild to me when somebody goes viral, people will find out so many things so quickly.

My sister went into a Live and said that people are trying to figure out where I work. My sister's freaking out. So luckily we have two large dogs. We have an alarm system, and we have three police officers outside. So I feel safe.

But it's definitely bringing anxiety, everything that happened tonight, because I honestly expected the [police cadaver] dogs to find nothing and to put a bow on this and wrap it up and say, “OK, this has been fun, but it's done now.”

Have the police said anything more? I imagine they're done for this evening now.

The detectives that were here today are going to come back, and the police that are here tonight are just maintaining the crime scene and keeping our house safe.

Did you imagine any of this happening when you posted that first TikTok about your computer being broken?

Not in a million years. Basically when I came downstairs and I saw my laptop was shattered, and everyone is saying that they didn't do it, it was like, “It was the ghost from the dead body in the rug.” It was a joke. Then I posted that and everyone's like, “No, but really what's in the rug?” I had no intent of digging it out.

After it blew up, I did call the police. They came out, they looked at it, they called somebody and whoever they called was not interested in it at all. So they left and they said we could dig it out ourselves, and if we found anything, we could call them back.

Do you wonder, because you had said this morning on TikTok that you were going to dig it up yourselves, that that’s what perhaps got the police to come back?

I'm sure that's why they ended up here, because the virality of what was happening, if we had found something and the world already knew that they were here and gone and they didn't care, I think the Columbus Police Department would've been under an immense amount of fire.

How have they been communicating with you about this?

They were so nice. They were telling me how the dogs are trained. That these dogs can go to a cemetery and mark on a body that was buried a hundred years ago, and that's just wild to me. TMI, not to gross you out, but humans smell very different as they decompose than animals. So that's how they're able to decipher the difference between a dead dog and a dead person.

But they did say that there's a potential that someone had a bloody nose or cut themselves, and there's just blood [on the rug]. So there's not necessarily … I'm banking on the fact that hopefully there's not actually a body, and it maybe is just they caught wind of something else.

How does it feel at the center of all of this? I think you called folks on TikTok “impatient little bitches” for constantly asking you for updates.

They're impatient motherfuckers, that's for sure.

Tell me about that. In some ways, maybe this will help you find some resolution, but people can also be intense about these things.

If it wasn't for TikTok, I never would've called the police. I felt so silly calling them that very first time and saying, “Hey, there's a rug in the ground. I don't know if you care, but come on by if you do.” I felt so dumb making that call.

But honestly, and I told the police right after the dog hit, I looked at the detectives and I was like, if it wasn't for TikTok, this would've never happened. Obviously we don't know what's going to unfold in the coming days, but if something does, I don't know, get solved, it wouldn't have happened without TikTok. So I appreciate their impatient motherfucker bitchy attitudes.

Yes, I bet.

But there were times where it was overwhelming because I was out of town and a lot of people were getting really frustrated that I wasn't digging and I wasn't moving it faster, but I was not home. So that was kind of overwhelming to have thousands of people basically yelling at you over the internet. I was responding to some of them, and I was like, “I'm not there. I am literally working. TikTok isn't my job.” I didn't anticipate it to do what it has done.

This all started like four or five days ago. How many followers have you gathered in that amount of time?

I went from, let's see, I haven't honestly been on TikTok in hours. I went from 6,000 to 576,000, so I've gained 570,000 followers.

[Editor's note: As of this writing, she now has 1.6 million followers.]

Geez.

This is insane. That's the first time I've looked and seen it. This morning, I was at 200 something, so just today I've gone from 200,000 something to half a million people. That's the first time I've looked.

I'm sorry I made you look, to be honest.

No, it's so insane.

I'm interested in the sleuth aspect. I know because you've said in a couple of your TikToks that you are a true-crime aficionado.

Absolutely.

I'm sure you understand the sort of impulse of why people do this, but it seems like a reversal to now be potentially the center.

I feel like I’m in an episode of Crime Junkie. I usually just listen to it as I drive to work, and now I feel like I'm in an episode, so I'm like, where's Ashley Flowers? Where is she at? We need to talk. Yeah.

I was alone for the first time, just now, for a minute without my phone blowing up. I just took a deep breath and I'm like, I've watched this happen to other people in movies, and the fact that it's happening to me is blowing my mind.

Maybe this sounds like an obvious question, but does it feel different? There are a lot of conversations about the impact of people’s fascination with true crime. Has there been a moment where it got more real, in a way?

So when I was on the Live, I was singing Jeopardy! songs, because between the detectives getting here and the dogs getting here was 45 minutes. So I kept saying, “This is the commercial break,” and I full-on thought not a chance in hell was this going to happen. This was a fun ending to a crazy story, and what a cool way to end this whole thing. The dogs see nothing. They leave, case closed. That's what I was expecting.

Then the dogs smelled something.

Yeah, that first dog sat, and I audibly in the video, you hear me go and I start shaking, and that's when it became real to me. The second that white dog sat, I was like, “This just got so different.”

I bet.

You see things like this on social media and you're like, “Oh, that's so insane. One in a million.” To be that one in a million, I can't even put it into words how out-of-body … I keep feeling like I am just going to wake up, and this was all just a crazy dream.

A couple days ago you were making T-shirts.

Well, back when we, I think we had just hit 10,000 followers, we made T-shirts that said, “Just keep digging.” Again, it was a joke. Then other T-shirts that said, “I'm just here for the update.” Pretty much what every comment on my videos would say.

So yeah, my sister works in graphic design, so she made the designs and yeah, This was a funny, haha, let's ride the wave and then move it into something different once this is all done.

Was there a moment in this where it went from “Is this a haunting?” to “This might actually be something”?

The second the dog sat. Until then, I was like, this is so crazy, and I'm glad that the police are crossing their T's and dotting their I's, but this is going to be nothing, and this is just going to be funny. OK, well, we're done now. This has been fun. Thanks for watching. When that dog sat, I can't even express the shock that head to toe went through my body of no fucking way.

Also, you have a family and kids.

Yeah, and that's really when I started to panic when the dogs sat and the kids were in the house. Honestly, the panic set when the cameras got here, because my boyfriend's daughter was—she cried, she was getting upset, she was getting kind of freaked out, and that's when I was like, oh, Mylanta, this is a real thing now that's going to start happening to our family. Before this, it was just my TikTok, me making these videos and the kids weren't involved.

So the news cameras got there when the police arrived?

The news cameras got there when the dogs got there, I think, and it's probably because of my Live, so I very much brought it on myself, not even unintentionally, I guess, because I knew it was going to get some attention, but I didn't anticipate what happened.

Well, news stations often listen to police scanners, so that’s not all on you.

Yeah, it could have happened before or without my TikTok, but I definitely started panicking at that moment.

So often with TikToks, they’re one-off. There’s a resolution in the video. Watching this unfold on TikTok in real time has gotten a lot of people involved.

Without TikTok, I never would've called the police. So as much as these, like I said, impatient little bitches were driving me crazy, I told the police while we were standing here, that if it wasn't for these people pushing me to do this, we would've just put in our fence post and called it a day.

Updated 10-04-2024, 5:45pm ET: Shortly after this interview published, Katie Santry made a new post on TikTok claiming that there were no human remains discovered during the dig on her property.

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I'm sorry people have been treating you so horribly lately, Vi. You're a kind person and a talented writer and seeing alerts from either of your blogs always makes me happy. Don't forget that you can always take a step back if things get to be too much.

Your words are very kind and I'll do my best to be worthy of them <3

And no worries about the messages, I'd rather they be sent to me than someone who they could cause a lot of harm to. I can take it. But I appreciate the reminder. I'm in a good place.

And if I feel the need to step back, there won't be any hesitation. It's kind of nice to just take a break from the internet as a whole and do your own thing. I spend a lot less time online than before. I spend a lot more time writing, speaking to my friends, playing solo games, and annoying my husband. :)

But while I am here, I'll keep annoying some entitled saddos who don't like me speaking my mind. <3

Anyway, thank you again for the lovely message. It was really thoughtful of you to send that and I hope you have the best weekend. Hopefully I can post some good update news on my blogs soon ;D

[adultswim2021]

VACATION

Oh, hello there. Oh, this? I'm just using this online shopping website to look at some birthday cards online. You see, it is my birthday on Thursday, and it's one of the ones where the number has a zero at the end of it, and I'm looking for the perfect card that I can demand my family and friends all buy for me, so I can have "one happening birthday". Finally!

I've taken some time off work, and I'm more-or-less going to dedicate the weekend to taking a couple of day trips and doing some other things I've put off for a while. And, I just realized, this would be much easier if I didn't have to worry about updating this while doing all that. So, I'm taking this week off, effective last night when I was GONNA do a post, but then I realized I didn't have all of my research materials handy, and it took all night to get those things downloaded, and then it was late, and also I wanted to watch seven episodes of "Tanner '88" instead.

So this is my announcement of my intent to not post, probably until next Monday. Some of you might say "that sucks dick", but it's a dick that we all have to suck.

So here's a big Mail Bag post:

In reference to my pondering about Marc Summer's absence in a Robot Chicken sketch about Double Dare:

apparently they did get marc summers for some later episode. i know this because i watched him interview tim heidecker on some webshow/podcast he has and i remember him bragging that he'd been on robot chicken and asking tim if he ever had, and tim kinda going "uhhh, no, i don't think so" lol

LOL. Tim & Eric couldn't be more at odds with Robot Chicken. I am going to guess that when they were younger and much more "punk rock" they probably shit talked them when being interviewed for cool magazines like Time or Zillions.

One time my job hired a guy with whom I had maybe one of the worst personality clashes I ever had (I am a demon from hell and I have zero ability to not show it when I'm annoyed or angry with somebody, sorry to that guy I wish I weren't like this okay), and he got it out of me that I liked Adult Swim and he immediately tried to talk to me about Robot Chicken, and I was like "I don't really watch that show" and he immediately asked "don't tell me you like that Tim & Eric crap!"

whats your favorite thing you bought at a second hand store to make yourself not look like a looky loo

I have a B&W video monitor I bought at a garage sale. It's beautiful, very flipable, but I paid 5 bucks for it and like how it looks. VHS tapes actually look amazing on it. I wanna figure out a way to rig it up with some kind of raspberry pi machine that just loops old cartoons on it or something.

did you do something to the banner? it seems more...expansive.

I tried to get it to display more "properly" because it bothered me how pixelated it looked but I think I sorta fucked it up. I tried to change it back but tumblr's edit feature sucks. I guess I should just do an AI upscale or something. But yes I shittily drew on it to make it look wider, you caught me.

Me love the way you walk sometimes The way you talk is so hot Now you know let’s have a shot of rum Then me can make you come With me to the ocean That would be phat You can be my bow cat Nice ital breeze Bring you to your knees We're jammin'

punani likers everywhere, this one is for us

That's Shenmue 3, dipshit

Dang it, you are right.

Brownies was probably the best episode they did that season and I was surprised they weren't willing to do that style of show for the entire series. It seemed more like what Adult Swim wanted from them?

Something for "da" stoners... as a weed-taker myself., I would have to agree!

When was the last time you POGGED off?

What bitch?

Lol I was being silly telling a stupid joke. Chapotraphouse has the ice cream as his sound bite now.

I tell you this guys, I had a weird dream that Toonami Tom said he would sponsor me I'd have to sell out and let him hold the Adult Swim 2021 brand. And I'd have to suck his dick. It was a disgusting dream. No Tom, I would never do that in real life.

[hesokuri-wars]

Are you guys alright? Like, personally? I'm worried about you :[

✨I can only speak for myself, but I’m alright! Sorry to have just vanished without a word. I honestly didn’t intend to and always hoped I’d get back into the swing of this

Last year I started a new job that is really physically and sometimes emotionally exhausting. I’m very happy there!! But I also have 2 part time jobs on top of that, so I’m just a wee bit burnt out and tired lmao

I've been Chronically Offline for a while, not just here; working 5-7 days a week without weekends or holidays means my free time is quite limited. And yeah, that free time has not included Heso at all, so I really can’t answer any questions about the game from the last year even when I am rarely around :/

So like... when will I come back? Will I come back? Big shrug. I do love the game and this community, I just don’t have the energy for it like I used to. So don't get your hopes up, I guess. Sorry

(And yes, I literally can't figure out how to format my mod icon into this post ✌😎✨)

💙Mod Kara

(Actually, it's great that you don't have a mod icon, because I can't be bothered myself to recover my own batch of icons for this post. This is good.)

Heeey, anon. It's super sweet of you to have sent in this ask, so I thank you for your concern. To answer your question, I'm doing fine, too. Like Mod Kara, I've got a job as well, but unlike her, I'm as online as ever, so what's my excuse?

Well, I haven't exactly touched anything Heso-related in... since the last time I posted actual Heso news, whenever that was. At one point, I sort of just stopped opening up the game and mostly left things up to Mod Kara. Truth be told, it's been a long time since I've actively been interested in Heso for a variety of reasons, ranging from my issues with the game itself, my current dedication to other interests, and the admittedly less-than-ideal way that I perceive this blog that I've owned for the past 5 years.

I'm aware that my explanation isn't as... justified as Mod Kara's. She's not active because she genuinely has too much on her plate at the moment, while I'm not active for reasons that can essentially be boiled down to I Don't Want To. Because of that, I do feel some degree of guilt for not being around for people who follow this blog, so I'm not going to bother defending myself. All I can really say without going full-blown TMI is that there are a handful of different factors that contribute to my lack of motivation, and I simply can't take responsibility for a long-term help blog when I'm like this.

Does that mean I'm quitting, or does that mean I'll be back one day? I'll just repeat what Mod Kara said above: Big shrug. I've learned a long time ago that I'm wildly inconsistent, so I'd feel like I'm lying if I committed to one particular resolution right now. And thus... I guess you could say this is a really belated hiatus announcement?

(inb4 anyone asks if we can just get new mods on board: that would be the obvious solution, but those things have only led to mods being cyberstalked. out of the question.)

~Mod Ichi (I’m sorry if I’m late!) As for me... it’s really been a mixture of things! I’ve made a lot of big steps in my life and I’ve gotten a lot more busy at work now that I’ve taken on more roles. I also recently got married so that’s awesome! (Planning the reception party has been so stressful aaa...) My wife and I are also looking to move into a new place soon, so that has also been taxing.

But to be honest, it’s also because on my end, like Mod Ichi, I’ve also been interested in other things. Between work, my social obligations and my other hobbies, my attention has been pulled in a million different directions. I feel really bad and I’m sorry to all of the folks who still follow the blog and look for news / updates.

But all the same, thank you always to everyone for all of your support. It means a great deal and it’s very sweet of you to check on us. ~ 💚 Mod Choro

[generous1ty]

Hi! Can I request the #31 angst prompt with Hajime and with she or they prounouns? I'm a sucker for angst lol <D

hihi!

aaaasgsjdkkd i am also a sucker for angst and love producing it-- and you chose Hajime so this is going to hurt. :)

update on the Prompt Event: sadly, i couldn’t get all the requests done today(i was busy getting the house ready to move). but, i’ll be slowly working on them until they’re done! apologies to anyone sending requests, as i’m currently prioritizing prompt requests right now.

thank you for requesting! lots of love. </3

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Bullet to the Heart

Angst Prompt 31 with Hajime!

link to the prompt list!

genre: comfort angst warnings: swearing, yelling, affair/cheating accusations, just angst in general </3 word count: 1.5k

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the house you stayed in felt more like a “living space” than a “home”.

Hajime Hinata was partially the reason why things were so different; late nights out, drinking with friends, the silent treatments, the cold shoulders... but even so, you could hardly complain-- avoiding any contact with him, leaving packaged foods you cooked on the table, locking yourself in a different room than the one you both slept in.

it was so different from when you both first moved into the house.

you could reminisce about the times when you were both deeply in love-- trying so desperately to make things work, even though the odds were against you both. you could remember his smile, the way he’d longingly stare at you and reach for your hand, whispering in your ear,

“we will make a future for ourselves.”

oh, how you wished those words still played now.

currently, you and your partner were at the dining table, eating in silence. it had been days since you had last talked-- you don’t even remember the last conversation you had.

despite how rough things were, he had still decided to come home early. it was definitely a good thing, right? improvement in your relationship, a sign that he wanted things to get better, right?

Hajime’s pale-green eyes had looked at you, his hardened stare softening at just the sight of you. he had missed you, but was going through things all wrong-- he knew that. he knew that yet his actions still continued-

why was he doing this? he’d often ask himself that. was he looking for excitement? adrenaline? the rush he had felt back in college? he had settled down with you, but things just never felt right anymore.

his frown was apparent-- not that you noticed-- and he had swallowed his food to speak, “i... decided to come home earlier today.”

god damn it, Hajime.

his act of communication had startled you, but your gaze did not meet his, “yeah...”

talking to him seemed hard now. although you longed for his touch, his voice, the loving stare he’d give you even if you were doing nothing, you couldn’t even manage talking to him-- something you’ve wanted to do for so long.

“....i’ve been stalling at work, lately. i’m currently picking up coding to manage online affairs,” he continued, trying to ease the unnecessary tension and get a conversation going.

you peeked up at him, finally looking him in the eyes, “coding..?” you had managed to push out, “isn’t it complicated?”

you had given a soft chuckle, something he missed hearing. his mouth perked up into a small smile, happy to contribute to the discussion.

“it is,” he admitted, feeling comfortable to complain and expose a weaker side to you that he hadn’t been able to do in a long, long time, “it makes my head pound most of the time.”

ah, his smile. it had widened as he talked, and made your heart flutter uncontrollably. yes, this was it. this was what you needed. a heart-to-heart, a simple talk.

the smile that had made its way on to your face had subtly died down, sighing, “...what went wrong? why are we like this now, Hajime?”

your focus had been on your hands, gently cupping the empty plate in front of you. what had gone wrong? what in the world happened that you felt the need to isolate yourself from him? ignore him? avoid him? why did you feel like this interaction would be the only conversation you’d have with him until the routine started over again?

“i... don’t know,” his voice had interrupted your thoughts, painfully reminding you that you had initiated this conversation. whatever happened next was your fault, “but, why don’t you know? you’ve been contributing to this-- this stupid charade ever since it started!”

your eyes squinted, brows furrowing, “what-- what the hell, Hajime?! if you hadn’t started drinking with your coworkers or going out at night without me knowing, maybe i’d feel more comfortable around you!”

you just raised you voice at him-- you just raised your voice at him. you hadn’t done that before.

your heart beat loudly in your chest, hands trembling as your vision started to blur. what? what? was this your fault?

“you never even came to check up on me, where else am i supposed to go?!” he raised his voice, throat burning from the friction.

he never once though that he needed to-- not around you, at least. why was he yelling? why did he feel hurt?

“fuck, [Y/n]! how do you expect me to talk to you when you’re never there for me?!” he stood up, the chair behind him screeching against the marble floor, “i obviously needed to go somewhere else, right?”

you grit your teeth, letting out a shaky breath, “how is this my fault?! if you had just talked to me then maybe things would have been alright-- but now we’re in deep shit because your actions-- not mine!”

Hajime made a sharp inhale, his heart practically jumping out of his chest. him? this wasn’t because of him, was it? his actions, things he did-- it couldn’t have been just him, it was-

“if i’m so unbearable and uncomfortable, maybe you should just go to your mistress-- fuck her until 2am, why don’t you?” your voice trembled with your hands, standing from your seat and leaving the kitchen.

the room, you needed to go to the room. you promised yourself you’d bring that up when you both were better. you promised that you’d talk about it in full detail once you and Hajime had fixed things. not now. not now.

“what--” Hajime’s eyes had peered at your back-- and you could feel it.

was he glaring at you? angry that you had found out about him and his affair? was he balling his fists in anger, waiting to blame it on you as well?

“you heard me,” you growled, “if i’m so hard to deal with, just move out an-and live with the woman you’ve been so intimate with every fucking weekend!” you couldn’t help the stutter in your voice, your breathing so erratic that it hurt your chest.

you couldn’t stop the tears that dropped down your cheeks-- almost as much as when you found the shirt with someone’s perfume and smudged lipstick on the collar.

it hurt. it hurt knowing the man you moved in with to start something amazing had suddenly found something amazing with someone else-- behind your back, at that.

"look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said." his voice rumbled, your eyes that avoided his gaze had finally looked at your lover, eyes shut as if he were thinking, “go on, i’ll listen.”

“the woman you’ve been sleeping with,” you repeated, “just go live with her since i’m so despicable.” you muffled the sob that threatened to spill out, stuck on the stairs because of this conversation.

as he opened his eyes and started to walk towards you, your heart had dropped.

was he going to pack his things? was he finally leaving? you were so surprised he dealt with you for so long-- so if what you were thinking of was really what he was going to do, you couldn’t help but agree.

but instead, his arms wrapped around you; tight, loving, longingly. he was upset, you could feel it in his embrace. but, he still loved you. despite your harmful words, your accusations, he was holding you as if you were leaving-- not him.

he let out a shaky breath, “i don’t have a mistress.”

“but-”

“that night, this woman from my company tried to hit on me-- she was really close to me that night and tried to initiate something by kissing my neck. we didn’t do anything, i stopped her before she could touch me anywhere else,” he sounded so sure, his hold on you tightening, “i promise this is the truth-- so please... if i don’t leave, please don’t go.”

you both had fallen on to the floor beneath you, arms around each other, thankful for the other’s embrace.

you had never felt such anxiety-- such shock before that night, and you never wanted to experience it again. you were apologetic for avoiding him, accusing him, belittling him. you had never once thought of listening to him or greeting him to see what was wrong. you had been wallowing in your own self-pity that it was embarrassing, but he felt the same.

it was heartbreaking you’d accuse him of something that shallow, but he couldn’t blame you. he was wrong for not talking to you and taking another way out, simply going out to drink and letting the alcohol carry his worries away. he was sorry for going out and coming home late, leaving without notice, drowning himself in self-pity as well.

you both weren’t perfect, that was a fact. you were both human, imperfections that still needed to grow and make decisions. those decisions will be hard, and it’ll feel as if you’d be backed away into a corner.

but at least you wouldn’t do it alone anymore.