SAVE YOURSELF.

   ❛ mhm, ❜ faith’s response is flat before an eyebrow raises.                            ❛ if i was following you, wouldn’t i have kept quiet?                            also, frick you - i was here first. ❜

   ❛ what comfort is there in sadness? it’s like, the opposite of comfy. ❜

     ❛ okay, i get it, you’re sunshine or nuclear fucking war rather than thunderstorms. i get it. just, uh, please - don’t blow my brains out. red’s not a good look for me. uh, fine, fine. i’ll drive ya, get in. where are you going? ❜

       ❛ i mean, that’s the bullshit thing right? like, he’s gonna go to college, full scholarship. not ‘cause his grades are good but because he can beat the shit out of people and mow ‘em down like they’re paper bags and he’s a giant cat, ❜ faith blurts out before a laugh slips from her lips, brown eyes watch the redhead for a moment,  ❛ it’s the truth, the truth isn’t bad. it just is. ❜

  she doesn’t mind working here most days, and she’s still surprised they hired her. antonio, in his protective way, was reluctant but he loosened the control he had on her because she had to live her own life. a small smile tugs at her lips as she finds herself unable to not laugh, there’s one question she didn’t expect but she relished in it. the hair was definitely a talking piece.         ❛ i - uh - i colored it? i lightened and then put the color on.         we actually sell the dye here. ❜

it’s not really a gun, it’s a water gun that faith painted to look real because it’s not like the cultists are concerned. they see a gun, they book it like a bat out of hell and no one could blame them. it is the closest thing to a security blanket faith’s got next to the bat in the trunk of her car, however that doesn’t help her right now. not when she’s wandering the streets of the city. this woman has been following her for about five blocks now, and she’s afraid. with good reason, considering she has almost gotten her teeth kicked in on more than one occasion.                     ❛ wait, you’re not ——— shit, i’m so sorry.                     the gun isn’t even real. it’s uh. it’s a painted water gun. ❜

             ❛ you actually put stock into what a mad man had to say? ❜ faith scoffs, and the words he speaks are lost on her for a moment as her head shakes. the fact nathan wanted to make her his bride before she was even an adult further perverted any feeling of religious belonging. she didn’t want to be a savior if it meant that. she blinks a few times. he’s not one of the cultists, then? there is a relief.  ❛ nah, i’m just an uber driver. i’m trying to get passed all that.... why? ❜

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