⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ i ⠀⠀ don’t feel ⠀⠀ 𝘴𝘢𝘥 ⠀⠀ i don’t feel ⠀⠀ 𝗮͟𝗻͟𝘆͟𝘁͟𝗵͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗴͟ . ⠀⠀ it’s a ⠀ FILTHY ⠀⠀ world we l i v e in ⠀. a filthy , goddamn 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 , world ⠀⠀… ⠀i’m⠀ 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 to take * them ⠀⠀somewhere ⠀CLEAN and k i n d
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but as quickly as his mood dropped, it’s switching to agitation . ‘ you could at least say thank you . i know that bitch was tormenting you . ’
he remembers it as one highlight of their relationship . tate smiles misleadingly innocently . ‘ never made anyone go catatonic before . you don’t think it’s even a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 impressive ? ’ soft bottom tier pokes out pathetically . he’s pouting and groveling for her
a mental eyeroll , arms crossed over chest , doe eyes staring into dark ones 𓈒
she wasn’t leaving him all alone , she just doesn’t want to associate with him at the moment 𓈒
“ used to , until you started actually freaking the shit out of people , remember what happened to
avoiding . running . two sides of one coin in tate’s eyes . regardless of what she intended to be doing - she was leaving him all alone .
hand comes to rest over his unbeating heart . ‘ i thought you liked freaking people out . you lose your passion with your last breath too ? ’
that is a lie———- on his part, she wasn’t running away , from him 𓈒 moreso less, she was trying to advoid him but it didn’t turned out as she planned it 𓈒
“ will you stop with all this eternity , bullshit.ᐣ ” in an annoyed tone of voice 𓈒
head would tilt to the side
‘ all we have is eternity. me and you. ignore all the other useless fucks . ’ at least he’s found his in . the tortured teen stands , pleased that she’s curious . ‘ cool ghost shit . ’ it bristles, lost in her big eyes . ‘ but only if you promise to stop running away from me . ’
“ we’re both dead , tate there’s no fucking eternity 𓈒 ”
fingers kept swirling the flower around , giving her something to distract her from glancing up at tate, all the things he had done .ᐣ how could she ever , forgive him for that 𓈒 her eyes would betrayed her
he thinks she looks good — holding a flower . being pissed at him . from his position on the ground he grins at her . ‘ cmon vi . you can’t be mad at me all eternity . give it up . i can show you some r͟e͟a͟l͟l͟y͟ cool shit . ’
❪ standing perfectly still , arms crossed 𓈒 watching silently while he approached her , he was right she did 𝓂͟𝒾͟𝓈͟𝓈͟𝑒͟𝒹 him , but was something she wouldn’t admit not even to herself 𓈒 eyes drifting down to the rose , then back up at him, uncrossing her hand
she doesn’t have to be so melancholic . he’s sliding down the wall right across from her . he knows she’s 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 him .
he wants to make peace . he brought her a rose . ( pulled straight out of the garden. the roots are still connected. )