"close the door, not all the way, he don't understand, we don't understand, so don't you wanna remind me, i don't know a thing, and some of us remember, and some run out of place."
"i still love you sm, we will always have a fucking platonic relationship"
how do you respond to that? do you even respond?
she sat there, scanning the words 100 times over.
she knew how toxic the relationship had become, it was built on lies. so if she'd wished for it all to be over, why did it hurt so much when it was?
so many questions. there had always been so many questions. it had been so tiring, with the question 'is it true?' running through her head constantly. it wasn't, of course. most of the things they had said were lies, but arabella would grow to miss them, no matter what state they put her in.
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crying lightning
Romanceyour pastimes consisted of the strange and twisted and deranged, and i love that little game you had called "crying lightning." -- singing dreadful songs about summer, arabella gets caught in the strange and twisted story of her own laserquest of lo...
