"A tiny butterfly flapping it's wings today, may lead to a devastating hurricane weeks from now."
Def.-
n. "...A phenomenon in which a small perturbation in the initial condition of a system results in large changes in later conditions. Such phenom...
A/N- Pictures were a two-parter, so I'm putting them here! Thank you so, so much DatNexoKitty ! Always look forward to your work! 💜💜
~Art from events from last chapter~
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...Now, onto the story...
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"When you're depressed, you don't control your thoughts, your thoughts control you. I wish people would understand this."
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🌟 Stay: 27
Leave: 9
~Route: "A"~
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I stood still, thinking over my options. As much as I hate it, I need to stay. I have to take responsibility for my actions... Holy shit...
"Zane, what the Hell are you doing?" Garroth glared at me, wincing slightly, due to still being in pain.
"I can't run... I can't rely on you to-"
"Oh my Irene, that is the dumbest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth, and I lived with you, almost all my life." With his good arm, Garroth grabbed my bicep, and began pulling me towards the backdoor. "Take the knife, and get the Hell out of here. I know the situation you've gotten yourself into. Just, go."
I pulled away from Garroth's grasp, shaking my head frantically. "No, no. I have to stay. C-Can't we just say, t-that you stabbed yourself while c-cooking, or something like that..?"
"Yeah, and that's what happened with Travis, right? 'Yeah, mister cop, he just accidentally shot himself, while cooking'. You just gonna go, 'yeah, Mr. Judge, same situation, again. I guess this time they just survived. And it was a knife'," Garroth grabbed the bloody knife, placing it in my hand. He looked up at me, his eyes widening. He must've realized the tears rolling down my cheeks. "Oh my Irene, Zane. I-I'm so sorry... I d-didn't mean..."
