my blood

Sebastian: Somehow I awoke with confetti strewn throughout my hair and the syllables of your name on my lips -- though the kisses that linger from him are the ones coloring the marks upon my skin. Today, it's been twenty nine days since I broke my sobriety of you, and I've been intoxicated both mentally and physically by your haunting memory since. I want to scream at you, to press my fingers deep within your skin and shove you back against the wall for allowing another birthday, another sweltering summer, another brisk fall, one full of thousands of flaming colors to fall from branches and gather in the gutters, and another lonely winter pass by without any source of contact -- sure, I've got the blame for the sole route of this problem, but you left me to scramble at my phone each time it buzzed in my back pocket, thinking maybe, that day, would be the day you finally wrote back. Out of all the people back home -- out of James, or Gigi, or even my fucking sister -- you're the only one in which I contacted after my initial departure. And I waited, day in and day out, for a response -- anything, a simple "fuck off," or even the God forbidden "K," but nothing ever came. I told you to visit me, that my heart ached because I saw you everywhere in this city -- do you know how many friends I made, playing along in the charade of the city, and watching them stumble home in the arms of those whom they loved? I believed, even if only for a few weeks, that you'd come around, but I gave up because you never fucking did, you piece of shit. That fucked me up, y'know? I went insane, going out and stumbling through the streets, hooking up with whatever new face I could convince to buy me another shot of whiskey, and casting him out the next morning to start the drunken cycle all over again. I hope you're fucking happy, because you got your goddamn wish. Hello, my heart continues to ache though the rest of my body's gone numb, but I'm working on an antidote for love, goodbye.

Kyle: grand central isn't as great as i thought it'd be

Kyle: maybe i just thought there'd have to be something real special waiting here for you

Kyle: and now i guess you were always the only wonder in this city for me

Sebastian: I thought about you earlier, and how much of an asshole I've been the last few weeks -- y'know, telling you I'd always be around, and then up and leaving without a word. I'm sorry that another person left you. And I'm sorry that it ended up being me. New York's a wonder at night. Come visit sometime, yeah? I've got this little place now with some new friends. There's a view of the city that will blow you mind. I've come to find you in all the faces that I pass by in the street. There's a boy who lives in one of the buildings down the way, and he's got your build and haircut. You'd think after almost of month of being here my heart would learn to settle down each time we cross paths in the morning, but it hasn't. I guess part of it wishes that it could be you falling into step next to me each morning. Sometimes we talk. But usually we're both just pretty quiet. The echoes of our steps say enough -- hello, how're you, my heart is aching again today, goodbye. I'm supposed to be happy here. And in a way, I am. Because I'm free and on my own. But sometimes I'm lonely. I miss you.

Kyle: [unsent] I fucking hate you

Kyle: [unsent] I fucking love you

Kyle: [unsent] you took my hoody

Kyle: [unsent] im just angry that you're going to get some poor fucking fool to trust you again and then you're going to break them because you broke james and you broke me and you don't even care

Kyle: [unsent] you never even cared

Sebastian: I thought about you earlier, and how much of an asshole I've been the last few weeks -- y'know, telling you I'd always be around, and then up and leaving without a word. I'm sorry that another person left you. And I'm sorry that it ended up being me. New York's a wonder at night. Come visit sometime, yeah? I've got this little place now with some new friends. There's a view of the city that will blow you mind. I've come to find you in all the faces that I pass by in the street. There's a boy who lives in one of the buildings down the way, and he's got your build and haircut. You'd think after almost of month of being here my heart would learn to settle down each time we cross paths in the morning, but it hasn't. I guess part of it wishes that it could be you falling into step next to me each morning. Sometimes we talk. But usually we're both just pretty quiet. The echoes of our steps say enough -- hello, how're you, my heart is aching again today, goodbye. I'm supposed to be happy here. And in a way, I am. Because I'm free and on my own. But sometimes I'm lonely. I miss you.

Kyle: [unsent] you deserve to be lonely

Kyle: [unsent] come home

goodbye you guys its been a heck of a ride even if ive been shitty since june and just cant get out of the funk im in and stuff with roleplay in general. this is the third time an intense roleplay family has disbanded for me and it doesnt get any fuckin easier so i do genuinely love you guys to pieces even if i dont or never did talk to you that much (i dont really talk to anyone to be perfectly honest and idk it just doesnt cross my mind)

uh

my skype is: meganlovesameliascat (fuckin amel)

you guys dont want my number bc im still in england and thats money that im p sure no one has (unless imessage? thats a thing) but thats it to be honest, i have no personal.