ADDICT / HE

            the young man’s face had become somewhat familiar after a few visits. folding a bar rag in his hand, he approaches, curiosity sufficiently peaked — not hard to do when the bar was having a quiet lull.   ❛   alright, mijo, you’ve been in here a few times now, haven’t you ? what’s your name ?   ❜

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𝙔𝙊𝙐    𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀    𝙏𝙊    𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋    yourself    from    rolling    your    eyes    at    him    -        you’re    used    to    the    self    loathing    push    -    aways    ,        mostly    because    you    do    the    exact    same    shit    .        ❛❛    yeah    ,        and    i’m    an    alcoholic    who’s    dated    an    actual    murderer    -        you’re    not    going    to    be    able    to    scare    me    away    .    ❜❜

𝙔𝙊𝙐    𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒    𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏    𝙎𝙃𝙀    can    handle    herself    ,        you    know    that    she's    strong    enough    to    get    through    anything    ,        but    there’s    an    overwhelming    worry    .        a    constant    thought    in    your    mind    ,        that    you    don't    deserve    this    .        a    real    relationship    ,        stable    and    happy    and    looking    like    it    could    work    out    .        it    scares    you    ,        but    you    know    that    she's    not    gonna    let    you    run    away    because    you're    scared    .        and    as    much    as    you    hate    that    ,        you're    also    undeniably    grateful    for    it    .        ❛❛    but    you    .  .  .    you    know    i’ve    done    bad    things    ,        right  ?        you    know    .  .  .    i    mean    you    don’t    know    a    lot    but    you    know    i’ve    .  .  .    a    lot    of    bad    things    have    happened    cause    of    me    .    ❜❜

“Ya wouldn’t happen to have a lighter, would ya?”

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▌█ ∵   ♔   ∵ █ ▌< She pushes open the door to the small diner quickly. A glance over her shoulder before sliding into a random seat across from a stranger. Dropping her bag she offers a desperate smile.   ❝Hey look I need you to do me a favor. I totally lied to my friends about what I have been doing the last few hours so I need you to help me cover okay? ❞ Things had been rough since the twins, even more so now that Mike and Emily were fighting pretty much every second. She was doing everything she could to avoid it but the window of them showing up and checking on her was starting to close.   ❝I’m not really sure when they are going to show up but better safe than sorry you know. I’m Jessica by the way. You can totally say no but I would owe you big time, like a gift bag from gucci big time. ❞