[ Something about the response shut him down. And though she wasn't saying the thing that he heard, he heard it. He didn't even hear the rest of what she said. Just change yourself, was what he heard. "Get over it". "Just do better". Like it was so easy. Like he could simply unfuck himself as if he hadn't tried. Just like all the people from years long past. Wounds as far back as teenagehood. He's done talking. He hadn't even began, really. But that was enough. It was enough. Fucking idiot that he was. This always happened. Wrench looked up. No, no he doesn't believe it. he doesn't believe it for a moment ]
I did. [ His demeanor seemed... how to say? Detached, maybe. No, angry. That kind of familiar anger that happened to cover up the wounds. Fuck Reggie. Maybe he's done with being him for good. He'll walk back to a workbench. Fuck around with something he'd been working on like it mattered any. ] I made Wrench. [ A beat. ] You should leave before I say or do things I regret.
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Date: 2023-05-23 08:58 pm (UTC)I did. [ His demeanor seemed... how to say? Detached, maybe. No, angry. That kind of familiar anger that happened to cover up the wounds. Fuck Reggie. Maybe he's done with being him for good. He'll walk back to a workbench. Fuck around with something he'd been working on like it mattered any. ] I made Wrench. [ A beat. ] You should leave before I say or do things I regret.