Duplicity [h.s]

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HI! just got back from my camping trip so I've been a little ia these past few days. I've been getting a lot of questions about my update schedule.

If you've been around in my malignant trilogy days, I use to update devotion almost everyday! I was such a bad bitch posting so much like that, and I loved it. But devotion chapters weren't typically very long, long enough but not long like these. Only the very serious chapters took more time.

Because we're in the heat of things with ms.duplicity, chapters are soooooooooo fucking long now. They take forever to write and edit and edit and edit (even though every chapter I always somehow read over mistakes lmao yay). I don't have a job rn cause of covid so I spend a lot of my time writing, but if not than these chapters would take even longer to get out.

For a while I was posting every three days I think, but that was more in the beginning of duplicity. Every chapter now seems to get longer and more intense, so they typically take longer.

So bare with me when chapters don't always come every three days, I will aim for that, but it's not always gonna be a guarantee. Sometimes it will be two days, sometimes five? Who knows, not me.

I try to get about two chapters out a week-ish, but the very descriptive ones take longer and there's no telling when they will come out. But I will tell you this, once I finish a chapter, I always publish it right away! I never hold out and wait for a specific thing unless if it's a special occasion. So when people ask me when I'm gonna update, I have no real answer for you.

BUT FUCK THANK YOU FOR BEING SO EXCITED ABT THIS BOOK!! THE THINGS IM SEEING ALL OVER TWITTER AND EVEN TIKTOK IS CRAZY. LOVE IT HERE AND LOVE YOU.

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also... happy 3 million :)

Aven Brooks

"If you knew what I've done, you wouldn't be here with me right now."

Staring at the very close ceiling of the tour bunk, my mind only wandered to last night. The vibrations under me were results from the bus traveling across the highway, a small hum along with it. We were on our way to Atlanta, a far drive from Miami Beach. I've been asleep for at least a few hours, it must've been around ten.

I tilt my head so it falls to the left, looking at Harry squeezed right next to me in this skinny bunk. I was currently on the bands bus, he snuck me on here when I was half asleep. I barely remember the trip from his apartment to this bunk, but I recollect him sneaking me on here and wedging us both in the same bed without the others guys noticing. I don't think they even know I'm here behind the curtain with Harry.

What I did last night must've touched him—touched him enough to share a single bunk bed with me. I don't know if it was what I said involving the piano or me holding him to sleep was what did it.

I've noticed he tends to sleep with his cheek smushed into a pillow, making his lips pucker a bit. He was laying on his side due to little space, facing me with a hand on my stomach. He breathes silently when he's at rest, sometimes you wonder if he's still alive.

I've been awake for about twenty minutes, knowing I wasn't falling back asleep. Laying in dead silence with no one to talk to forces your mind to think about the things you don't necessarily want to think about. Today it was everything that happened last night, the part when he told me he's hurt so many people. My brain was forcing me to recycle the information over and over again until I did something about it. I know he would tell me about those victims someday, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. He said it himself, I wouldn't be here if I knew what he's done. That sentence is enough to make anyone think. And although he said those words in a tone of regret, it still doesn't change that fact he did them. Whatever he's hiding from me is something I need to know sooner or later.