breathe as he tries to remove the shard from his shoulder, to no avail. it’s really deep in there. romeo is lucky braxton’s getting too weak to put up a fight. ) b-bitch . . all i wanted was to . . to . . ( looks like he’s about to fall over and pass out. )
( a shriek of pain so loud that anyone nearby could hear it, falling to his knees as he held onto his shoulder. the blood kept flowing, staining his clothes. )
AGHH! what the fuck! what the fuck is wrong with you! what the FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!? FUCK!
( struggling to +
+ shard raised in his hand. )
i want you to 𝒓𝒐𝒕 in hell for everything you've done to me.
( he slams the sharp glass deep into braxton's shoulder, eyes filled with burning hatred for him. )
can do. i-i don’t want to go back . . it was so lonely and scary there.
( referring to the white padded room in the psych ward his parents put him in. )
what do i have to do to make you believe me!?
( he did get a sick thrill out of the experience from what he remembers. it felt . . right, as scary as that is to comprehend.
tears were unwillingly falling from his eyes, ashamed. ) i don’t want to be like this romeo . . i never wanted to hurt you, i just don’t know what i +
no!? what! don’t be stupid. ( slowly getting closer with every step romeo takes back. ) i don’t know where you’re getting that from, but i promise i’m not.
( stopping in his tracks. that scum bit was a knife twist to the heart. was there really no hope for him? ) i don’t +
i didn’t mean to, alright!?
i’m sorry, romeo . . i really am. i crossed a line that day, i-i had no control. i didn’t mean to do what i did. i .. just want things to go back to the way they were.
give me another chance, i’m begging. i’m trying to get help, i’m a changed guy.
ha-haven't you 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 my life enough? what more could you want from me?
( romeo spat, his words dripping with venom. )
first you torment me in my dreams and.. and, now this!
ugh.. that better be the new art supplies i ordered. i hate when i'm interrupted in the middle of my pieces.
( romeo opens the front door, oblivious to who was waiting for him outside. )
yeah, sure! no problem, i’ll just be out here . . you know, waiting.
( wiping off that forced smile the second sylvester turned his back, anxiety coursing through his body as he waited outside for romeo. )
ohh.. okay! just wait 5 minutes for him to come down, he always gets deeply absorbed in his work~.
( giggling and hopping off, leaving what he was working on by the counter. he's never coming back to that. )
i-i’m sorry if my food isn’t good .. sniffle …
( oh they’re crying . there are tears streaming down their face . )
i-i’m sorry my food isn’t good enough .. i’m sorry .. i tried … i tried my best ..