[ The glitching had stopped if only because he'd closed his eyes. Focused. On the breath, on just accepting that he was here and this was what it was... he guessed? No, he'd get there later. Right now, here, there was someone with him. A small nod came as he offered his hand. Patches of it had become leathered and worn but that was slowly seeming to recede.
And little by little, his heart slowed and the tightness around his mask eased up. It wasn't fully gone, and those thoughts still milled about, but one thing he knew was this: he could trust her. ]
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YOUR FUTURE, HUSBAND. // FUCK YOU & FUCK UR MOTHER. // I'D RATHER BELIEVE IN NOTHING THAN BEG FOR MY FUCKING LIFE //
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Date: 2023-06-17 01:43 am (UTC)And little by little, his heart slowed and the tightness around his mask eased up. It wasn't fully gone, and those thoughts still milled about, but one thing he knew was this: he could trust her. ]