wickedheir.
❛ trust me, i know. i’m SHOCKED you didn’t slam the door shut on my foot. that would’ve been the JOJO i remember. y’know, from when we were married. or did you completely erase that from your memory ? ❜
in the years since a NOT TOO CLEAN split, his substance habits had spiraled straight out of his ‘ control ‘ and to hell. even before ( having a servant ) drive him over here, he’d popped more than several pills from an unmarked bottle. they all did the same thing to him anyways, what was the point in the difference between ?
at least they made his hands stop shaking. and curve his need for cigarettes. SLIGHTLY. just enough that he didn’t CURRENTLY stink of tobacco and ashes. perhaps this new habit would be subtle enough to go unnoticed, and he’d be able to convince her that behavioral rehab had been as efficient as she always yelled about.
he’d never even gone.
jo has to fight the need to roll her eyes && instead opts to break eye contact, focusing in on the fern sitting by the door. the split itself was bad enough, but now he has to make it worse by showing up? what does he hope to accomplish? she has an idea, it’s always something that would benefit him, leave her wanting again, yearning for something they can never have. he’s done this time & time again with the same results. why does he expect anything different?
“ why are you here? “












