#chatting with evelyn

[lukexxdavenport]

Luke nodded, "It's good for her. And I'll always be there for her too if she wants me to be." He assured her, "You two had beef before?" He raised a brow curiously, "Must've been before I moved here."

Evelyn smiled. "I'm glad that she has a good support system." She said. "She's a good person, despite whatever ebefs her and I might have had in the past."

[raihyeon]

[icarus-is-obssesed]

Okay just saw this amazing animatic

Evelyn Evelyn [Malevolent] by Pikachic (on youtube!! Go watch it the way they draw expression is amazing)

I think this song is absolutely perfect for J&A

"don't you feel like severing?"

This is perfect for when Arthur got Yellow back instead of John, neither of them wanting anything to do with each other, Arthur basically keeping him away from the dark world, his "home".

"At your side, I feel like a ghost

I wake up first, and I stare at you sleeping"

John not being to make any decisions on his own talk to anyone but Arthur, feeling trapped inside of his mind. In the hospital just waiting for Arthur to wake up.

"A parasite needs a host"

Basically Arthur at ANY point when John pisses him off.

"I’m only trying to do what is best for us"

John feeling guilty for things but at the same time he didn't ask for this either.

"Well, I never asked for this, I never wanted this"

Arthurs breakdowns over how much things changed since they started sharing bodies.

"Looking in your eyes, I’m coming home"

This fits Kane saying Arthur has only got eyes for John.

"I just want (you here with me/my privacy)"

"God (can't we just get along/ won't you leave me alone!)"

These last two i think are perfectly describing how much they've changed over the episodes, at first wanting nothing to do with each other to loving each other and keeping each other safe

(we'll ignore the many secrets they still keep from each other as of right now lmao)

There is definetly more things that would fit but these are just the ones i could come up with from the top of my head, hope you enjoyed!

[cafemilk-tea]

Evelyn’s Birthday Wishes ~ Maknae line

[Dokyeom 🌟 240417] 12:00am KST

➙ my best friend, happy birthday

[Evelyn’s Reply 🌟 240417] 01:04am KST

➙ 😭💛😭💛

[Mingyu 🌟 240417] 12:00am KST

➙ the love of my life ~ happy birthday

➙ 😘❤️

[Evelyn’s Reply 🌟 240417] 01:06am KST

➙ i love you 😘😘

[Minghao 🌟 240417] 12:53am KST

➙ HBDDD

[Evelyn’s Reply 🌟 240417] 01:06am KST

➙ 🥹💛

[Seungkwan 🌟 240417] 12:10am KST

➙ exposure is the only way ㅋㅋㅋ happy birthday.

[Evelyn’s Reply 🌟 240417] 01:08am KST

➙ yah you punk when i get you lovingly 🫶🏻💛

[Vernon 🌟 240417] 12:36am KST

➙ hap birth loser ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[Evelyn’s Reply 🌟 240417] 01:10am KST

➙ thank fren 🤓

[Dino 🌟 240417] 12:21am KST

➙ I sincerely wish you a happy birthday from the bottom of my heart!!! I hope this year that you are happy and healthy always. i love you!!

➙ ps. i hope you enjoy your plant 🫶🏻💛

[Evelyn’s Reply 🌟 240417] 01:11am KST

➙ channie 😭 partner in crime for lifeee i love you and my plant 💛💛

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[evelyns-envy]

⋆⭒˚.⋆ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮. ⋆⭒˚.⋆

✰ when matt loses his phone after a meet 'n greet, what happens when a random fan finds it? after days of texting & flirting, will Matt truly make a move, or will his fear of the other fans finding out hold him back? ✰

warnings!!! - angst at the end, first fic, flirting, idk man its fluff to angst so do w/ that what you will (celeb!matt x fan!reader)

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙝𝙮𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙯𝙯 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮, 𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨—𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤—𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙏𝙪𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡. 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣, 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙪𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡.

𝘼𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙩.

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧��𝙪𝙣𝙙. 𝘼 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙛𝙡𝙮𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪; 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙛𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙, 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙥𝙥 𝙞𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣: 𝙖 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤, 𝙨𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙘. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.

𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝, 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙮, 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙞𝙩. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝.

𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚—𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙮. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚’𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 “𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠,” 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩’𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙥, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙤𝙣��𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙖 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣����𝙬.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡, 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤, 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙞𝙩? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙,

"𝙇𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩, 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪."

𝙄𝙩 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙. 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚.

𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙣𝙤 𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙮. 𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 thought 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨:

“𝙃𝙚𝙮, 𝙄 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩’𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙚. 𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢?”

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣.

“𝙊𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝! 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨? 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥.”

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤, 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙪𝙥, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘼𝙣 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙬𝙤. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙛 𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙪𝙚’𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙛𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧.

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

“𝙃𝙚𝙮,” 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙮. “𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩.”

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝.

“𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙄’𝙢 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥.”

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙮.

“𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙄… 𝙪𝙝, 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩.”

H𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙟𝙤𝙡𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣.

“𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢,” 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩. “𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙩’𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙮.”

𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙙, 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙠𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚.

“𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣,” 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. “𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮…” 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩. “𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚? 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚… 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙤, 𝙪𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩.”

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙.

“𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩.”

Y𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙞𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙.

𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝. 𝘼𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡—𝙩𝙝�� 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠-𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡, 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙝𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙡, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙙.

𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙟𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙏𝙪𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙.

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥.

𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙜𝙮. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙩𝙡𝙚, 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩. 𝙃𝙚’𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧.

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙛𝙛.

𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣, 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧, 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨.

"𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙪𝙨, 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮?"

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩. 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚—𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩, 𝙝𝙞��𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭��𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙮—𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙒𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩?

𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮.

"𝙋𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚."

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙣, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩? 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩.

B𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙪𝙥, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙗𝙚?

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧, 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙠. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩—𝙖 USB.

(AHHH OK FIRST FIC DONE HOW DID WE LIKE IT GUYS (talking to my APPROXIMATELY 0 followers))

[darkmodechaoticlight]

Accidental

Satan was all bluster when he told Evie that he wanted her to bear his children. But that night when they were attacked by Angels in Gehenna- his daughter came into the world. I hc that Satan and Evie were in a dangerous battle when Evies water broke. Evie had hidden the pregnancy during the previous battles of Gehenna, knowing that Satan would worry more of her than his people. -Evie had an extreme pain tolerance and like her family rarely expressed pain. A small twinge in her leg or up her spine was all she felt as she was killing the angels with the other devils. Their blood seemed to fuel her rage. -She was able to rip one angel apart before she growled in pain. Something truly demonic. Satan and the others recognized the cry of pain being the Call of a Prince. The Angels, alarmed shift aim to Evie and her incoming child. She was able to summon a barrier as she was ankle deep in angel blood. -Satan heeded the call immediately, answering in a soothing tone even if he could barely be heard over the rush of battle. Sitri openly offers Satan his blood to make the weapons of his king. Ppyong was able to stay by Evie's side before Satan made his way over to the protective bubble. -Satan only saw her blank face, the pressure was there, the pain that had flared up not so long ago was now gone. But the babe was incoming (Ppyong: It was the first time I had ever seen a head coming from that place.) Weirded out by her apparent no reaction to labour he had to scramble to catch his daughter. She was alive, and filled with the same rage as her parents. Her cries seemed to have heralded the end of the seige. -Satan got first skin to skin contact with the baby. He is very protective of his daughter, being very active in her care. Evie chuckled when he only let her feed the infant before taking care of her. -Satan allowed his first born be named after Evie's mum, another devil called Maia. -Maia was fairly average compared to her incoming siblings. A soild seven pounds even. She looked like Satan, down to the blinding red eyes and pale pink hair. Bonus: Satan: *Sharing the news that he had an heir, sending a picture of a sleeping Maia in his arms to the King Group chat.* Asmodeus: Lucky for you and our dear Evie, I love milfs Satan: Keep your lubed up hands away from her! Asmodeus: Don't be so coy Satan, don't you remember Woodstock? I'm sure we could come up with a compromise Beelzebub: Does this mean shes free? Belphegor: So shes been broken in. Thank you Satan. Lucifer: Now that was uncalled for. Belphegor: Well, if shes keeping her side of the bargain with bearing our heirs she better enjoy her free time now.

[the-matpat-ever]

Paultin Seppa a raging bisexual???

Mayhaps..

[zzz-updates]

Agent Record | Evelyn

"Ms. Yao is currently enjoying her private time and will not be taking any interviews."

Evelyn Chevalier

"10 o'clock, guy in black. He's suspicious. I'll take care of him."

"You watch the perimeter. Don't let any suspicious individuals near Ms. Yao."

"No one gets closer to Ms. Yao than my position."

>> Official Hoyolab post <<

[wafflecrew-outofcontext]

Evelyn: Chat demands I verify what amount of clothes we, who have changed back from werewolves, are wearing

[simulantion]

I forgot to change into my wedding dress the night before, oops!

MUST. PROTECT. EVELYN. AT. ALL. COST

and George doesn't say anything :/

Spoiler for Alex's 14-heart event ⬇️

The moment is kinda spoilt by my placement of slime incubators, didn't even see Alex there :P

Divorced ⬇️

[glitchy-across-aus]

I present to you, 🌟 Doomed Yuri 🌟

they're so gay i love them sm

anwyas dropping some lore bc why not?

"Boss" decided he'd create his own “Star trio” but he'd gender swap them bc ppl LOVE women in power.  He called them the TELivision trio, the first three letters standing for Tyler, Evelyn, and Lillian. Evelyn is supposed to be a contrast to Smg3, Lillian is a contrast to Smg4, and Tyler is a contrast to Luigi. Why Luigi and not Mario? Because he HATES Mario with a passion and Luigi is more tolerable.

[emig22]

[wildflower-otome]

Evelyn: 'Ah, you don't need to say such things to me! I don't necessarily want to be hit on by a man in reality. I prefer to enjoy romance inside of stories.'

[rayonago]

AU where v and jackie never did the konpeki plaza mission. Like and reblog. Misty Jackie Victor and V shared apartment. Like and Reblog. pre-game street kid V and chooms. Like and reblo

[hozaloza]

"We grew up so very close" "A parasite needs a host."

"I'm only trying to do what is best for us."

He turned to face the mirror, his expression showing anything but love.

"Well I never asked for this!" he yelled at himself in the mirror, clenching his fists.

"I never wanted this!" he swayed his hand down as he crouched in the slightest.

"All that I want--" He straighten his posture, scrunching his brows as he lowered his head, but kept his gaze up, "--is some time to MYSELF!!" he screamed, punching the mirror. He panted as his body shook, sensing the phantom within him was lurking.

'Looking in your eyes...I'm coming home...'

"Just get away from me..." He backed away, grasping his bloody fist as his eyes widen. "Please just stop touching me..." He muttered, stumbling out of the bathroom towards his bed. He balled his fists on the bed as the frustration built up again, fueling his senses. "You're always trying to be somebody else!!"

The tears fell from his face, all of his body shivering from the anger and fear.

'Now I realize...I'm...not alone....'

He whipped his head around, gazing at what was supposedly him.

"Well, you're only scared of me." "But you never cared for me." "Why don't you let me free..."

"Cause you'd never dare to be--"

The voice and him rung through the room, filling every empty space and crevice.

"Cause you never listen!!"

"You're always insisting--" "I'm just reminiscing!" "Just stop reminiscing!"

"I feel something missing..." "I just want you here with me." "I just want my privacy!!"

"God, can't we just get along." "GOD, WON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE??!!"

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Thomas sighed as turned to the bed, landing hard onto it. He was tired of himself. He was tired of it poisoning his life. He just wanted to live normally again.

But that would never happen.

The surgery was proof of it.

[professional-writher]

Ughhhhh I miss my bestfriend/borderline qpr