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г ᴬ T⃨ale ᶠ̲ᴿ̲ᴼ̲ᴹ̲ S⃨outh C⃨aswea.
ₜ ₀ @duIIahans, rufus . . . ⌑
ⳑ ᵀᴼᴸᴰ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ɐǝʍsɐ ⅃
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➢ ᴾᴬᴳᴱ ᴵ‧ ╱ S⃨tart Q⃨uote,
〞 YOU HAVE A WAY WITH
WORDS. THERE’S REALLY NO
REBUTTAL FOR YOUR WORDS,
I’M AFRAID. ❨ … ❩ RUFUS,
I JUST⸻ I KNOW THAT
FATE WILL NOT BE KIND TO US.
THERE IS NOTHING MORE US.
THE ONLY THING WE HAVE IS
THIS CABIN. I CANNOT GRACE
YOU WITH THE BLESSING OF
MARRIAGE, THE PROSPECT
OF CHILDREN. I CAN’T EVEN
GRANT YOU STABILITY. YET,
MY FEELINGS REMAIN THE
SAME. EVEN WITHOUT THE
PROMISE OF A FUTURE
TOGETHER. I LOVE YOU, I’M
SORRY FOR THAT. 〞
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₁ ₎ JYNX CONFESSES WITH A HEAVY HEART. Their love would be told as prophetic eulogy ℨ masked in Greek—like struggle. Jynx is a realistic woman, she knows the life she’s meant to live ℨ that is one without love. Jynx connects her fingers with Rufus, giving a slight squeeze. The kiss she places on Rufus’ inner cheek is solemn. Jynx’s hand follows shortly after, a thumb rubs against his jaw. An apologetic smile is given to the dullahan, an attempt to soothe any possible pain her words inflicted.