"isn't it beautiful?"
" i wonder how many people
jumped off of this thing. "
" well, that's dark. "
𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 . . . in which ophelia and her f...
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𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄 ❛ 𝑠𝑖𝑥. 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 ❜
Elliot's heart pounded relentlessly in his chest, its rhythm matching the thundering waves of panic crashing upon his senses. A sudden, chilling realization swept over him, as if a switch had been violently flipped inside, exposing the gravity of their actions. The bedroom felt claustrophobic as he restlessly paced, his mind a tempest of fear and desperation, yearning for some sign of acknowledgment from his best friend, Tate. But all that enveloped him was an eerie, oppressive silence.
"Tate?" he called out, his voice betraying a hint of tremor, revealing the depths of his worry.
Meanwhile, Tate seemed to retreat from reality, caught in the suffocating grip of haunting echoes—the anguished screams of their fellow classmates replaying incessantly in his mind. He struggled to focus, blinking away the blurry aftermath of adrenaline and shock. With an air of detachment, he turned his gaze toward Elliot, both of them feeling as if they were trapped in a surreal nightmare, where control had long abandoned them.
"You need to go," Tate finally spoke, his voice an ethereal whisper, carrying an undertone of solemnity that echoed through the room, intertwining with the tense atmosphere.
In that charged moment, the air seemed to hum with uncertainty as their bond of friendship strained under the weight of their actions. The room, once a sanctuary of camaraderie, now bore witness to the cracks in their reality and the consequences of their choices.
Confusion gnawed at Elliot's mind as he shook his head, unable to fathom the thought of leaving his stressed friend behind. "What do you mean? I can't just abandon you. This is crazy," he protested, settling beside Tate on the bed in an attempt to offer solace.
"They're going to kill us, Eli," Tate uttered, his words dripping with haunting certainty, sending shivers down Elliot's spine.
Elliot's heart sank, the gravity of their situation finally sinking in. He took a moment to steadily himself, his resolve firming like steel. "Then we face it together," he said resolutely, refusing to let fear dictate their fate.
As they grappled with the harsh reality, a series of loud banging noises reverberated from downstairs, jolting them both out of their intimate conversation. Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them as they braced for the impending storm. Tate found the courage to voice his feelings. "You know, I don't say it often, but I love you. Thank you for being my best friend."
