airplane

ok i swear last time you got drunk i was getting drunk too and here we are again oh my god

a veeeeeeeeeeery long question bc the short ones always look good but then you have more than two break lines and u realize it ugly af and u have to recode the entire thing and that would SUCK so here i am writing just for the sake of filling space actually im pretty good at this i wish i had finished high school

a veeeeeeeeeeery long question bc the short ones always look good but then you have more than two break lines and u realize it ugly af and u have to recode the entire thing and that would SUCK so here i am writing just for the sake of filling space actually im pretty good at this i wish i had finished high school

best case scenario: it’s nothing. he dropped his bag to help someone out, it got moved out of the way, he’ll turn up and start bitching about tears and dirt stains, you’ll tell him to shut the hell up, even though he won’t listen, he never listens, and you’ll hang on to every word as he keeps talking. (this is unlikely. he wouldn’t set that bag down, wouldn’t abandon any of his things even if the world was burning) next best scenario: someone stole it. he’ll be battered and bruised, because no one got that bag without a fight, and you’ll tell him what a fucking idiot he is. he’ll make some joke, he always does, and you’ll remind him again of how much you hate him. he’ll remind you of how much you don’t. (this is slightly less unlikely, but be realistic— he wouldn’t give up any of his things even if he were burning) okay, next best: he ran. “best” is a relative term here, “best” implies it’s anything good but really your chest has never felt so fractured and the ground is tilting and everything is wrong. maybe he ran. is that why he asked you to let him go? why he insisted he be set free? (this is even less unlikely. it borders on likely, be honest. he’d throw all his things to the wind if he felt like he was burning) next best: he was taken. you know he’s perched on a throne of lies, buried in his own secrets of a past he tried to torch. he isn’t safe, he never was, never was going to be, no matter what you had to say about it. stopshakingstopshakingstopshaking thisisn'thelping— you hate him. you hate him so much. you hate that you hurt for him. (this is likely. this is very likely. he’d never let his things go unless you were burning. but by force?) worst case scenario: he’s dead.

ok i swear last time you got drunk i was getting drunk too and here we are again oh my god