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[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Annoying  had  always  been  a  word  to  accurately  describe  her  surroundings .  However,  Kai ?  There  was  no  word  in  a  single  language  that  could  really  manage  to  come  CLOSE  to  depicting  this  level  of  annoyance.  And  yet,  he  knew  it,  didn’t  he ?  For  this  was  the  exact  reason  he  kept  on  doing  it.  ❝ If  you  were  to  hit  a  nerve,  it’d  mean  that  I  care  about  your  opinion.  Which  I  don’t.  ❞  Words  echoed  with  a  certain  disdain.  ❝ We  could  take  care  of  your  execution  now  if  it’s  that  much  of  a  concern.  ❞  

Kai's shoulders rose and fell in a gesture that held no meaning, a shrug that showcast apathy. "I love that for you. You know, openly admitting that you are crazy pants. Got us executed back in the day, actually. And god, they were so dramatic about it, too." Once piercing with restlessness, his eyes now landed on Saxa with a startling emptiness. "Kinda like you right now. Hit a nerve, didn't it?"

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                   ˜”*°•.      He  wasn’t  wrong .  Sure,  he’d  agreed  to  help ,  yet  what’d  come  afterwards ?  What’d  come  after  everything  was  over ?  After  everything  ended  in  what  could’ve  been  called  “a  happy  ending” ?  He  didn’t  expect  to  be  welcomed  back  into  the  pack  -  trust  impossible  to  rebuild .  However,  he  didn’t  care  about  the  distant  future  either  at  the  moment ;  there  was  a  real  danger  lurking  in  Beacon  Hills.  There  was  a  real  possibility  that  they  all  died .  So,  as  much  as  he  knew  that  the  future  was  not  exactly  bright,  he  would  rather  focus  on  avoiding  certain  death.  ❝ I  am  not  trying  to  coax  my  way  back  into  the  pack. ❞  He  clarified  -  Scott’s  implication  very  much  clear .   ❝ But  we  do  have  a  common  enemy . ❞  So,  sticking  together ?  It  felt  like  the  safest  option.

Go  first.  As  much  as  he  wanted  to  roll his  eyes  at  the  implication,  he  just  made  a  step  forwards  in  the  direction  of  the  scent .  ❝ Fine.  Follow  me  then . ❞  He  merely  stated  as  he  beckoned  the  other  to  move .  At  least,  if  they  found  the  girl  fast,  they’d  spend  less  time  among  homicidal  psychopaths  that  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  shoot  them  in  the  head.  ❝ So,  we  find  her,  let’s  say  save  her  without  getting  ourselves  killed,  then  what’s  your  plan  exactly ?  Because  we  both  know  they  are  not  going  to  stop . ❞  No.   They’d  just  find  someone  else,  capture  them,  possibly  kill them.

enemy of my enemy, or whatever the proverb is. something in sanskrit, something that only applies halfway because the second half is a door that neither of them wants to open. so maybe the sun tzu version is better. the version that, ironically, is one of gerard's favorite lines. know thy enemy. on that, scott doesn't have to guess anymore. but he can prioritize. recognize that what's happening to beacon hills is bigger than him, bigger than theo, bigger than any of what went down between them. he can shove his own feelings aside and make room for what's important, and that's exactly what he does — mostly, anyway. " i don't watch horror movies. too busy living in one. " it's glib, still blunt, and sounding as forced as theo's. there might be some perverse vindication in that, scott thinks : at least the feeling is mutual. muscle tic visible in his jaw when it flexes, in tandem with a couple of slower breaths and a sharper glance. " yeah, you agreed to help find her. and what about after that? "

the emphasis is deliberate. his plan hasn't changed : nobody else has to die tonight, as far as he's concerned, but it's no secret that they operate within two very different sets of morals. without waiting for a response, scott's already shaking his head in dismissal. " look, just forget it. it doesn't matter. all that matters right now is finding her. so i'm gonna do what i came here to do, and if you really are staying — " something unreadable flickers across his face as he steps aside, gesturing for theo to take the lead. " then you can go first. you still remember how to track a scent, right? " like any of this actually comes down to a skill issue, and not the glaringly obvious ( he'd sooner shoot himself than trust theo to watch his back ).

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Workaholic Sentences

(Sentences for muses who never stop working, and those who wish they would. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"It's called work-life balance. Maybe try it sometime?"

"What is it? I'm at work."

"You've been running flat out for days! You need to go home and get some sleep!"

"Get in the car, and don't ever try to work on a date again!"

"You take your work seriously. I like that about you."

"Aren't you always saying I should work less?"

"You're always at work!"

"All that matters to me is the work. Without that, my brain rots."

"Are you working while we're in bed together?"

"You're working like you're running out of time."

"Work isn't everything, you know."

"I'm not tired. I'm just... Exhausted."

"When you didn't come home last night, I thought the worst."

"I'm too exhausted to even think straight."

"You know how it is. Work and families; one of them inevitably suffers. "

"I knew when it came down to it that you'd always want to go back to work."

"Your work is important, but so is your well-being."

"I'm concerned why you came back to work three months early."

"You've forgotten how to live outside of your work."

"Why don't you come home anymore?"

"I think you should go home, go to bed, and at least pretend to be a normal person."

"My diagnosis is exhaustion, brought on from overwork and guilt."

"I have many passions - work being first amongst them."

"Is it the ambition or fear that keeps you working around the clock?"

"Work is the best antidote to sorrow."

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An eyebrow was firmly arched upon the sound of such words. ❝ I am sorry, what ? ❞ Words that echoed much too casual , almost as if she hadn't heard a thing . ❝ I think you are forgetting something , sweetheart. You are much below me . ❞

❥  @thenightmareofyourdrems [   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁.  ]   : accepting !

"You might die but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Would be a pity though, you're hot. Not Baywatch hot but still."

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                   ˜”*°•.      Tension  was  thick  enough  to  cut  with  a  knife .  No.  Not  a  knife .  A  butcherknife.  Trust  once  solid ,  unbreakable  even  -  yet  one-sided,  a  façade .  it ’d  be  foolish  to  think  that  it’d  ever  regrow ,  that  their  relationship  would  ever  go  back  to  what  it  was .  However,  common  enemies  brought  necessary  alliances,  and  right  now ?  This  town  had  turned  into  a  battlefield ;  enemies  lurking  in  every  shadow .  Sure,  they  were  no  longer  friends,  on  not  even  close  to  good  terms,  however  cooperation  was  necessary.  This  was  something  that  even  Scott  must’ve  been  aware  of.

To  run  away  would  be  easy,  simple .  To  save  his  life  while  Scott  was  losing  his ,  the  smartest  move .  However,  where  was  he  supposed  to  go  either  way ?  Beacon  Hills  had  become  an  enemy  itself ,  armed  people  everywhere  ready  to  shoot  them  in  the  head.  No.  They  had  more  of  a  chance  of  winning  if  they  stayed  together.  ❝ Splitting  is  the  worst  tactic,  haven’t  you  watched  horror  movies ? ❞   A  casual  air  was  forced  into  his  tone,  however  in  reality,  he  just  hated  this.  Stay  with  a  person  with  each  the  tension  was  suffocating  and  possibly  die  with  him?  Or  run  outside  and  simply  die  alone  later ?  Both  choices  simply  fascinating.

❝ No. I  agreed  to  help  you  find  the  girl  and  we  are  doing  it. ❞  Even  if  it  meant  sneaking  into  a  place  full  of  psychopaths.

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                   ˜”*°•.      Serve  the  rich ,  ignore  the  poor .  Even  with  Wilford  gone ,  injustice  still  prevailed.  No.  They  were  feeding  it  instead ,  going  to  any  lengths  to  keep  first  class  satisfied ;  be  it  with  food  and  decorations,  with  entertainment  and  saunas .  People  back train  barely  lived  on  the  limited  recourses,  yet  here  they  were,  coming  up  with  all  ways  to  make  holidays  unforgettable  for  the  first  class.  ❝ Some  people  would  need  that. ❞  She  had  a  long  list  of  people  that  could  play  the  murder  victim  in  real  life.  Many  insufferable  passengers,  most  of  them  residing  in  the  very  same  car  that  they  were  currently  decorating.  However,  a  play  was  a  play,  and  at  the  moment ?  They  could  only  act  like  the  rich  owned  the  world.

Still ,  question  remained .  Sure  first  class  had  always  had  the  best  celebrations ,  the  most  entertaining  of  parties,  however  would  it  be  such  a  terrible  thing  to  offer  the  lower  classes  some  joy as  well ?  ❝ It  won’t  be  appreciated  by  first  class,  yet  we  usually  treat  them  exclusively.  Second,  sometimes.  Maybe  it  will  be  risky  but  we  could  have  something  small  for  the  rest  of  them  too. ❞  Even  if  it’d be  something  as  small  as  more  warm  meals and a few lights. 

❝   is   it?   ❞   the   question   carried   a   quiet   challenge,   a   faint   touch   of   provocation.   she   was   no   authority   on   loyalty   or   intimacy,   perhaps   because   such   virtues   rarely   aligned   with   the   traits   intrinsic   to   her   nature   —   dishonesty   chief   among   them...   but   perhaps   the   foundation   of   such   relationships   was   now   destined   to   mirror   the   uncertainty   &   instability   of   life   aboard   the   train.   well,   the   human   mind   was   remarkably   skilled   at   devising   coping   mechanisms   &   survival   strategies.   perhaps   it   was   one   such   mechanism   that   had   brought   them   to   this   moment,   too.

her   lips   twitched,   the   ghost   of   a   smirk   threatening   to   betray   her   thoughts   as   she   resisted   the   urge   to   make   a   biting   remark   about   finally   giving   those   dormant   brain   cells   a   bit   of   exercise.   ❝   don’t   tempt   me,   ❞   she   retorted   instead.   ❝   i   might   get   too   into   character...   ❞   her   tone   carried   a   sharp   edge,   teetering   between   teasing   &   taunting.   for   hadn’t   the   most   absurd   possibilities   been   oddly   alluring   of   late?   perhaps   she’d   been   bored   herself,   though   in   an   entirely   different   sense   —   nothing   like   the   ceaseless   droning   of   complaints.   circling   the   tree,   she   made   a   few   final   adjustments ;   the   fruits   of   their   labour   were   undeniably   easy   on   the   eye.   was   it   a   piece   of   art   they   so   liked   to   surround   themselves   in,   though?    ❝   it’ll   certainly   do   for   them.   &   if   not,   perhaps   they   can   amuse   themselves   with   the   task   next   year.   ❞

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                   ˜”*°•.      ❝ You  know ...  mysteriousness  doesn' t look good on you  ❞  Disapproval  dressed  his  every  word.  It  was  an  insane  world  the  one  they  lived  in .  A  world   abounded  with  murderous  humans  and  murderous  beasts . So ,  being  little  explorers  going  on  excursions  and   having  picnics  was  NOT  on  his  wishlist.  Bellamy  had  always  taken  controversial  decisions,  after  all,  and  he  doubted  that  this  would  be  the  exception  to  the  rule.

However,  when  they  finally  arrived  at  this  top  secret  destination, an  eyebrow  was  firmly  arched.  ❝ Are  we  going  to drown  each  other  or  what ? ❞  For  he  couldn’t  possibly  comprehend  a  different  reason  to  be  there .  Love  was  a  far  cry  from  strong  between  them  anyway ,  and  with  the  chance  served  on  a  silver  plate  plate  so  alluring ...  well,  turning  it  down  would  be  a  waste  of  potential.  Still, having lived around the amount of time they have , the odds of something big and murderous residing in these waters were not small either . So, maybe they'd be robbed of the chance to commit murder on their own, get eaten instead ; either way, better than living with these people.

A part of him, one he'd deny, felt at ease that Murphy joined him. Traversing into the forest, alone, a danger in itself. The Ark's landing brought with it its own set of hazards. Grown men, terrified at every turn, armed and vexed at the delinquents who had survived the horrors of the Earth. The metallic cold of the guards makeshift cell was the last place he wanted to be.

Branches snapped beneath him, the forest caving in towards them, desperate to listen into their conversation. He dared a look backward at Murphy, voice dripping in apathy. The delinquent was built entirely of sarcasm, and spitfire. It ate at him in the same manner it amused him. "You'll just have to see then." A river, a mile or so from their camp. Fresh water, and the soft sounds of water cascading over rocks was exactly what he needed. Isolation. "Guess we're stuck together Murphy."

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                   ˜”*°•.      It  was  the  same  old  story  over  and   over  again  -  a  power  law  quite  impossible  to  break.  Leaders  fighting  leaders  ,  while  the  bravest  most  stupid   trying  to  foolishly  climb  the  ladder  of  hierarchy .  He  didn’t  care .  He  didn’t  care  about  who  took  decisions,   about  who  wore  the  oh  so  precious  crown .  What  he  cared  for ,  was  survival .  A  survival  that  required  a  certain  knowledge  to  keep  sustained.

❝ I  am out  here  with  you,  so  it  actually  is. ❞  He  corrected  him  -  tone  still  bearing  the   same  calm  indifference,  though.   Honestly,  if  it  was  the  Blake  family  drama  lurking  behind  this  day’s  bitterness,  he  would  pass ,  not  even  attempt  to  dig  deeper .  However,  if  it  was  something  different ?  Well ,  he  believed  he  had  every  right  to  know.

@protectmypeople | Continual x

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@2kyears sent: Touchy, aren't you?

                   ˜”*°•.      An  eyebrow  was  firmly  arched  upon  the  others  words .  Touchy.  Had  he  really  just  asked  him  that  ?   ❝ And  what  exactly  has  led  you  to  such  assumption  ? ❞  Question  echoed  almost  disdainful. 

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Paranoid Sentences

(Sentences for paranoid muses and those interacting with them. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"It's not paranoia when it's real."

"Paranoia doesn't make you smarter. It just makes you look like you want to shit yourself all the time."

"Are you aware of recent theories concerning what is known as paranoia?"

"People close to you, people who claim to know you - how can you ever really know them?"

"I can assure you that nothing sinister is going on here. Why are you so paranoid?"

"I know you're lying, I just can't figure out why."

"How is it you seem to know more than I do?"

"It's very dangerous to believe people. I haven't for years."

"I don't know what you're talking about, but you don't sound very calm right now, Little Miss Paranoid!"

"I don't work with liars. It's not a moral thing - it's a safety issue."

"I always have the feeling that there's somebody listening who shouldn't be."

"Paranoia must go with the job. You're starting to sound just like your predecessor."

"You don't trust anybody, do you?"

"Why are you being so weird about this?"

"I'm not hallucinating, and I'm not paranoid, and I'm not questioning my own sanity!"

"Did someone put you up to this?"

"You're a very suspicious person."

"You're being paranoid, even for you."

"You're not paranoid if someone's actually trying to kill you."

"Paranoia is the by-product of being consistently right. You should aspire to it."

"You don't think that's a little paranoid?"

"If you really must know, I'm here because I damn well don't trust anybody else!"

"Your reasoning follows the pattern of classic persecution mania."

"Look, are you going to let me in on what you're thinking here?"

"You've been following me since I arrived, haven't you?"

"Is that what they say about me now? Paranoid?"

"You're up to something! I know the signs!"

"Just when you think you're too paranoid, you realise you're not paranoid enough."

"Why are you being nice?"

"You always live in a dark place. No joy. No love."

"You don’t trust me. Actually, it’s more fundamental than that. You don’t like me."

"You sound paranoid! Why? I was only doing you a favour!"

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                   ˜”*°•.      Nothing drove him up the wall more than being corrected. Than being implied to be MISTAKEN. However , there was no denying that the girl ahead had caught his attention, and thus, the exception being made was obvious. ❝ He clearly did a really good job . ❞ Came the words with a hint of flirt. The racing world was abounded with nothing but toxic words and insults, after all ; constant competitiveness and the need to bury each other deep into the ground . So , this little conversation they were having ? It was an interesting little break. ❝ By the way, there is something like a party taking place on Saturday. You know.. before the whole racing season starts. Perhaps you could join . ❞

[ . . . / / K . G ]            had   he   been   a   fellow   formula   one   driver,   she   would   have   easily   taunted   him   so   bad.   however,   despite   both   of   them   being   racers   —   there   was   a   big   difference   in   cars   they   drove.   and   while   some   things   worked   for   the   way   she   drove,   they   might   not   work   for   his   way.   (   plus,   he   was   cute   .   that   was   something   she   couldn't   ignore   !   )     she   kept   her   tone   neutral.   not   allowing   the   pride   and   arrogance   to   show.   ❝   you'd   be   the   first   to   say   that   .    ❞   because   being   a   female   in   the   formula   world   –   well,   it   wasn't   easy.   and   she   was   often   underestimated   and   cut   down.    pushing   herself   from   her   car   ,   she   took   a   few   steps   towards   him.    smile   softening.   ❝    my   dad.   he's   sort   of   a   legend.   so   I   guess   I   learned   from   one   of   the   best.   ❞

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                   ˜”*°•.     Comfort .  It  was  the  other’s  words  that  brought  a  certain  comfort  in  revealing  the  truth .  For  she  was  afraid ;  afraid  that  one  wrong  word  would  be  enough  to  set  everything  on  fire ,  that  she’d  be  once  again  alone .  ❝ It’s  terrifying . ❞  It  was  not  just  creepy ;  it  was  horrifying  and  mocking  at  the  same  time .  ❝ They  will  just  smile  at  me  with  that  creepy  smile  and  they  will  come  closer.  And  then ,  suddenly  they  become  normal,  talk  normal . ❞  Words  that  however  hesitant,  were  still  abounded  with  despair .  For  who  was  to  tell  her  that  the  woman  in  front  of  her  was  not  the  same ?  That  she  wouldn’t  suddenly  stop  talking ,  start  smiling ? 

❝ I  swear  I  am  not  lying. ❞  It  sounded  crazy .  She  was  hearing  herself  and  she  couldn’t  believe  the  words  escaping  her  mouth.   It  felt  surreal ,  almost  like  a  horrible  prank .   Just  like  the  incident  with  him ...  His  face,  that  smile  before  his  self-caused  death ...  It  was  an  image  still  haunting  her  strong .  ❝ I  can’t  even  look  in  the  mirror  without  seeing  it  there.  ❞ 

Was she out of her depth? No of course not. Unusual, unnatural things were a part of life... Her job. There wasn't a lot of facts to go off right now. Yet the young hunter had a sixth sense about these things now. And right now something told her to trust in Skye.... To help and believe her when others wouldn't. Something wasn't right here. Maybe with more questions they could both find the answers they were looking for.

"Er yeah-" Okay how was Alexis supposed to address this without sounding mad. "I've been seeing things others couldn't since I was a kid. Over time I realised these things weren't my imagination, they were real. And typically... Dangerous." Right now Alexis began to realise she might be Skye's only hope. She knew what it was like to not be believed... Especially when the crazy things weren't so crazy after all. "Hey, hey it's okay. Try me. I've been told I'm good listener." Lending a kind ear could go a long way. Whatever they were facing, well she needed as much information as she could get.

"A smile?" Well that was a new one. "What kind of smile? Like inviting or more creepy?" Looking back Alexis asks.

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your german writing is so good it makes me wanna rp in german even though i normally don't write in german at all, i just don't have a rp blog at the moment, do you rp on discord? i would love to roleplay with you :)

hiii sure! And thank you so much. Feel free to message me

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                   ˜”*°•.      What  the  hell  was  he  supposed  to  do ?  He  felt  like  deer  caught  in  the  headlights ,  his  mind  frozen ,  ideas  nonexistent .  If  he  ran,  she’d  follow  him ,  and  as  much  as  he  wanted  to  believe  he  was  faster ,  he  would  catch  the  attention  of  EVERYONE  in  this  place.   However,  staying  there ?  Just  looking  at  her ?  Was  she  even  willing  to  just  forget  about  this  little  encounter ?  Pretend  that  they  never  saw ?  No.  She  had  no  reason  to  do  that ,  not  to  mention  that  his  whole  be-dead  façade  was  now  dropped.  He  put  his  glass  on  the  bar  aside ,  took  a  very  discrete  step  back .  ❝ Look ,  it  was  really  nice  seeing  you  but  I  don’t  want  to  ruin  your  fun . ❞  Run .  He  had  to  run .  ❝ I  am  done  with  all  these  Four  Horsemen  things  anyway,  that’s  why  I  pretended  to  be dead. ❞        

at least they were both tense: it was, even if only a tiny bit, a relief. if they were both tense it was easier to believe it to be an accident - a cruel twist of fate that made it hard to keep her breathing steady. fuck.  doe eyes glanced back, as if once again checking people she'd been with were still too far away to notice anything. "I'm not." a simple answer, shrugging all the same. her cover was. her job required her to be whatever undercover target would want her to be, whatever slotted into their worlds with ease. "resurrection suits you. well pulled off." god, what was she meant to do? he wasn't worth ruining months of work over - was he? no. she knew the threat his existence posed didn't even out the danger of mob boss she was with.

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                   ˜”*°•.      There  was  no  better  place  for  a  pickpocket  than  this:  a  bustling club teeming  with  people  gambling  away  their  lives, too  fixated  on  the  money  on  the  table to  notice  anything  else.  He’d  played  too  ;  anything  to  keep  his  presence  innocent .  For  catching  the  attention  of  the  wrong  people ?  He  would  rather  live  to  see  another  day.   Well ,  unlike  the  guy  in  front  of  him,  who  was  obviously  suffering  from  the  consequences  of  what  felt  like  deceit.  He’d  heard  of  him ,  seen  him  a  few  times,  however  he’d  never  gotten  involved  with  him.   ❝ If  I  wanted  money  I’d  search  someone  less  dead  than  you. ❞  Not  that  he’d  say  no  to  a  nice  warm  wallet,  however  judging  from  his  appearance,  he  doubted  he  even  had  a  coin  on  him.  Still,  it  was  his  next  request  that  caught  him  off  guard,  left  him  standing  there  for  a  brief  moment,  uncertain  of  what  to  say .   ❝ Whoa ,  wait,  don’t  you  want  to  meet  my  parents  first  ?  ❞  Question  that’d  come  with  plenty  of  awkwardness.  ❝ Why  not  go  to  a  hospital ? You  look  like  you  need  one . ❞     

@s4lesman | Continual X

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

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[thenightmareofyourdrems]

MORE TWO WORD PROMPTS *  assorted two word sentences, adjust as necessary

that's tough.

nice try.

so long.

get lost.

you win.

one more.

i failed.

that's impossible.

try again.

no shot.

believe me.

so... tomorrow?

call me?

too harsh.

this way!

be proactive.

think again.

don't move.

keep low.

you’re joking.

nobody knows.

you coming?

get fucked.

stop that.

not here.

watch yourself.

let’s go.

stay here.

no way.

don’t stop.

keep quiet.

be still.

stop yelling!

now what?

i knew.

where to?

i’m done.

don’t shoot.

try me.

it stopped.

i’m sick.

you’re right.

we’re fucked.

absolutely not.

you’re serious.

you bitch.

fuck off.

eat shit.

nice outfit.

slow down.

no trespassing.

what now?

i’m lost.

since when?

listen here.

who’s that?

go away.

leave now.

stay down.

please stop.

i’m certain.

this sucks.

please listen.

everything hurts.

nevermind that.

fuck you.

we agree?

you knew?

how come?

it’s you.

i disagree.

that’s them.

you’re miserable.

we can’t.

everyone leaves.

it’s raining.