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you in me

kard - you in me

hi high y'all! i'm sorry for not posting in a while, life and school got to me-

anyways, this story is based off the 'you in me' mv by kard!! also, why do i do this to my ships hhhh-

warnings for;

- swearing

- smoking

- implied self harm

- death

- toxic relationships

- gore (?)

- suicidal thoughts

- like seriously, don't do this at home kids and basically all age groups possible

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"Apego, huh?"

Rini stands in front of the seemingly dingy motel, a cigarette hanging between her outstretched fingers. She lets the smoke cloud up the otherwise clear night sky before taking a drag, letting the nicotine fill up her lungs. They say you'd die quicker the more you smoked, and while Rini did give a damn about that, it's used for the wrong reason. If anything, Rini is hoping to die quicker if that meant the police would quit forcing her into being one of their pawns. They would always tell her she is merely a private investigator called in for extra coverage, but she knows better.

From the corner of her eye, she spots the rest of the crusty wooden doors, each painted a hideous color that somehow ends up complimenting each other. It doesn't make sense that the motel's horrendous design works, like how the caretaker always has a thousand megawatt smile, or how all the other guests are rarely ever seen, and even if she does spot them they're always alone; it's never a couple, a family, or a group of friends. It's usually a lone, desperate businessman, maybe a rebellious biker, maybe a lost backpacker. But they're always... they're always alone.

'There's something up with this motel,' Rini thinks, no, knows. Her senses are kicking in, the one they'd describe as 'fight or flight', and they're ringing, setting off a plethora of warnings inside of her head. If she hadn't been tasked with her current case, she would already be sneaking around, trying to dig around for any dirt she can find.

Rini curses at that revelation, inhaling more of that intoxicating scent in an attempt to soothe her boiling anger. That's why they really called her in, isn't it? They'd known she was lodging in Apego for the time being due to renovations of the apartment she originally lived in. They'd known that there wasn't a single case she was working on. They'd known that Rini was famous (or infamous, depending on who you're asking) for her impeccable detective instinct. Sure, maybe it was all just a coincidence and Apego isn't yet another of the government's dirty secrets, but she's so used to being tricked that she's suspecting that it's the opposite.

"I wonder what's really your story, Apego," Rini muses. Smoke curls higher and higher up, dark grey swirling and swishing to form a pattern like a modern art piece, so out of place with the twinkling stars above. The girl takes another whiff of the gas before squeezing her eyes shut, willingly submitting herself to numbness as she lets her mind go blank.

The night is still and quiet, Rini notes.

...

A ceiling fan lazily whirls above, the grating sound annoyingly bouncing off the walls. There's also some sort of fancy light decoration next to it as well - a horrible design choice, really - and though it's turned on properly, the room is only barely lit. The lighting, however, still reveals miscellaneous pieces of clothing strewn about the carpeted flooring and the simple (cheap?) furniture. The room oddly gives off a cozy feel to it, with its striped couch and half-eaten takeout stacked away on top of a rickety coffee table.