the blood clings to you๏ผ i've learned. all those little choices๏ผ and all of those lives. you cannot quantify the guilt; and no matter how the years yawn on๏ผ you cannot wash it off. it clings to you. it clings.
@freckledseer ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป: you suck.
๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป: i cooked us dinner this is cruel.
he pressed send, more disappointed than he expected. the phone went back on the counter, face down.
@freckledseer + they settled again. it was his attempt at some homemade pizza with store bought dough and sauce.
he excitedly perked up when his phone vibrated, expecting an โiโm on the wayโ or even an โiโm outside text.โ he squinted at the screen, frowning when he read its contents. +
@builtbyclt ander used his foot to flick the gear into neutral, grabbing the left side of the bikeโ allowing the space for the stranger to grab the other.
it was relatively light as they began pushing it towards the cozy looking ranch.
his bike stuttered, a grating sound coming from the throttle. it was loudโ despite anderson trying to push through, the damn thing gave out on him in the middle of a random back road next to a ranch. he cursed, looked up to see @builtbyclt walking towards him.
@builtbyclt But it would unfortunately bruise his pride. He didnโt like receiving help and he certainly didnโt like people touching his bike.
But the man was right, so he swallowed.
โYeah okay. Iโll throw it in neutral & we can both take a side.โ