، 𝒘hat isolates isn't the weapon. it's the knowing why you need it and never being able to say it out 𝒍oud .
( a flicker of something, almost a smile .. crossing his face before dissolving. ) “ ... good company then ... 𝓦ho's 𝓚ate ? ”
، 𝒏ot the only one. relief shouldn't feel this warm—— but it does .. the weight of a blade under a pillow isn't 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒊𝒂 if someone else understands it. 𝓚ate. who is 𝓚ate ? does it 𝒎atter ...
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𝒕he day sits 𝒉eavy. a stone refusing to sink, just 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 now. dark enough to stain the thoughts. then the ceiling. then the hours of pretending 𝓢leep is a 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 still 𝓦elcome ... 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐘—— 𝖕athetic 𝖜ord.
𝒕he day sits 𝒉eavy. a stone refusing to sink, just 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆 now. dark enough to stain the thoughts. then the ceiling. then the hours of pretending 𝓢leep is a 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 still 𝓦elcome ... 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐘—— 𝖕athetic 𝖜ord.