come here and hold me, make me feel better. promise me i'm good enough, tell me you can love me, even the worst of me. even the worst of me, even the worst.
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〝 you can start by gathering sticks. tai’s gonna pop every blood vessel in her head if it isn’t done an hour before sundown. 〞 coughs again, this time into the handkerchief. the unforgiving cold is burning their throat.
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it should be very 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨. “of course, nat.” misty replies, a sickly smile growing across her lips from ear—to—ear. “anything i can do to help!!!”
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accepts the offering, sheepish in nature. misty’s willingness to jump to his side is … heartwarming? unnerving? can’t decide which. both, maybe. 〝 … thanks, misty. 〞
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at sixteen, you still think you can escape from your father. you aren't listening to his voice speaking through your mouth, you don't see him in the way you hold your body, you don't hear his whisper in your blood.