#wren: how about ... a strongly worded email?

[oflightfeet]

with. – @deathmaycome​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ where. – outside of wren’s building. when. – 31 march, late evening. 

It is in the early hours of Wednesday morning, in which Wren is incapable of falling asleep, that they unlock their phone. Sitting cross legged in the bed that is not their own, they scour the internet in search for a way to contact May Nguyễn. Lucky, then, that she is a journalist — someone for whom contact is an important part of the job. The email he sends is petty, perhaps, childish, nothing compared to what had gone down earlier that night, but in this bed, in this bedroom, there are only so few ways to let go of their anger. 

FROM: wrenlightfoot@gmail.com SENT: Wednesday 31st March, 2021, 4:02AM TO: May Nguyễn SUBJECT:  🖕🖕🖕

May,

Don’t know why you’d resort to a phone number to text when you are a public figure with an easy to find email address. I know this is your work email, but don’t get me wrong, I’m not here to be your fucking source nor to join and repent or whatever kind of bullshit you’re attempting to sell. 

I just wanted to say fuck you.

Really, that’s all. 

Don’t ever fucking buy me a beer again, by the way.

Fuck you.

It’s not like Wren expects a reply and most of the day after is spent in survival mode. Going to feed Ikki’s birds, still in their MORTEM outfit. Changing their clothes at home, only to abandon the place because they can’t stand it, can’t stand the gym bag that belongs to Leon in the corner. Visit the Casino, slide into a corner of the floor reserved for Famine with their laptop and somehow fall asleep, the slight noise enough to make their head quiet enough for them to find the rest they hadn’t the night before. They get no work done. And yet, one way or another, the day drags on. Wren is dazed, their body feels tense and cold and they remember those first months after their father’s death, where they had worn two jumpers and still shivered. They find a Magic Mike Live hoodie and nick it, pulling it on to fight the frost that makes a home of their body. Grief, after all, is nothing but an absence of warmth. 

And once the world grows darker, they jump on their bicycle and push their pedals with angry fervour from one side of London to the other. They arrive to their building windswept and out of breath, dragging their bike to the bike rack, fiddling with the lights until they’re off. They turn and move to the stairs that’ll take them to their front door, only to find someone sitting there. Wren’s heart sinks. All their organs sink. They push their keys into their coat pocket, swap them for the switchblade that hides there. “May,” they say. The one-syllable-name is pushed out with trouble and Wren hates how panic shines through. “What the fuck are you doing here?” They remain at a distance that could be called a safe distance, but Wren does not feel safe at all. “Need another body to set aflame?” That, then, is said with a bit more fire, but it soon dies out as Wren’s mind is filled with the memory of that static TV screen. Their other hand digs into their other coat pocket, fingers curling around their phone as their lips release a shaky breath. Just in case. 

[leoporoto]

How's your day been going? I hope it's going well. I'm considering sending a strongly worded email to my history teacher asking her to stop using racial slurs in class.

it going actually pretty good!! i jus watched victorious w my sister. for the nostalgia and stuff.

about the teacher thing, i think you should send that e mail. im actually surprised that your teacher uses slurs in like?? daily basis?? thats really fucked up of her,,, sometimes i think that people that are supposed to teach us stuff know nothing more than what they studied. some teachera just wake up everyday and say "today is a great day to ignore human decency and fuck up my life a little more !!" and just. i hate that

i also believe in the concept of teaching our teachers as well as they teach us. the thing is that its a little bit hard to get them to listen since to them we are just tiny people that just for their age dont know nothing. but well. mutual education has to start somewhere !! so you should totally send that email.

good luck with that, maybe wren, youre awesome 💖