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&&. dylan.Â
she watches with an analytical eye as he pulls away , as he coughs into the corner of his elbow . and she listens , heart sinking at the familiar sound of liquid lungs . it was the same sound sheâd been hearing all night , but coming from him â ⌠you canât be here . because she didnât want to believe that he was , in any capacity , capable of slipping through her fingertips . her senses feel heightened , if only for a moment , as she notes the subtle twitch of his fingers at his side and the frantic way he couldnât seem to finish his thoughts . i think i have a fever . and it was almost enough to drive her forward . still , the fact remained : she had no idea what this was , or if there was anyway to make it worse . every worst case scenario ran through the back of her mind as she watched him , and it nailed her feet to the floor , sewed her mouth shut , and made her unbelievably dizzy . the trembling that began in her fingertips momentarily moved through her body , a chill carrying them to her knees , and they almost buckled . but she was too distracted by the sight of dylan unraveling before her eyes . she was the cause of his undoing , and that would kill her faster than whatever this outbreak was ever could . â i know , â a whisper as he curled into himself , and instinct pushed her a half step forward . watched as he began pacing , began piecing together the beginnings of statements and questions ultimately left unfinished . heâs pacing , and she can feel her heart breaking at the sight of it . slow down . breathe . this isnât your fault . the words were there , but the room was spinning and the air was caught in the back of her throat . the whole thing was suffocating , and she was too busy trying to rationalize to speak . do you think weâre going toâ what ? die ? maybe that was the most terrifying thing : she had no idea . her life always had direction . esme always walked into things with a varying level of certainty , but lately , it appeared she didnât know anything anymore . she couldnât explain how they got there , couldnât rationalize why ben had died , and now , she had no idea how long it would be before another wave of her peers dropped dead from a virus that was , for the time being , without a name . a silent killer , snaking through their bloodstreams . she was uncertain about everything except for him , and in an instant , sheâd given him the impression that she wanted him gone . â stop , â and everything that told her not to move forward was silenced by the swell of her heart , the overwhelming need to try to settle the storm brewing inside of his mind before it got out of control . tentative footsteps carried her forward until she was there , standing in the way of his anxious pacing . â stop , â his head was bowed , and she stepped closer , dipping to meet his eyes , to pull his gaze up without touching him . â look , i donât â i donât know what comes next , but someone is going to figure this out , â she believed it because she was stubborn , she refused to let this go before itâs time , but roaring self - doubt reminded her : you are not the heroine . and that someone wouldnât be her . but it didnât matter , as long as he was okay . â but none of this is your fault , dylan , â she was close enough for the paleness of her skin , the sheen of cold sweat , to be noticed , but she didnât care . â you donât â ⌠iâm not going to make you go back in there , but â ⌠leaving is worse . you canât leave , â her voice broke , a weakness that sheâd swallowed all night finally coming up as her hand , still trembling , reached up and rested over his heart , as if to make sure it was still beating , â i need you here . â
 there was a time when life had raised him in the hue of tear stained sleeves , and a relentless father that would point down at his son and tell him ----- men donât cry . was he a man , or was he a boy ? in the light of emotions he had suppressed until he could no longer feel the void of being crushed by their weight , he had needed a reason to tear up . when he was eight , his parents had announced their divorce . as a child , dylan had mustered up the courage to slam his hand between a closet door ------  so that he had been allowed to cry , had been allowed to free himself of stained cheeks and puffy eyes , without the bearing curses from a father who pledged allegiance to an emotionless exterior . his mother , in her hue of golden hair , and ankle length dresses , pets his head and brushes curls from touching his eyes . itâs okay baby , youâre allowed to cry --- words echoed in the back of his head now , a hard swallow threatening to choke him as he glanced up to tired blue eyes . sheâs teetering on stepping forward , but something inside her must have tethered her feet to him , while his were anchored in place . sheâs begging him to look at her , and he canât --- meeting her gaze for only a moment , before drifting away . his pacing tone , kicks back in , and her voice is just background noise to the thoughts in his head .  âfuck--â hands raked through curls that were growing wildly out of control , shaky hands , clammed palms . sweat is starting to drip down the dip of his shoulders , drenching the shirt in his body trying to rid itself of the fever , the chills . tears stained dark eyes , flickered with honey and gold , and it burns ---- in a bright scratchy red . fuck , fuck ----- fuck - a mantra in his head , repeating over and over again until his breathing became ragged , until he felt like he might vividly , pass out . his back is turned to her now , and his gaze is staring at the inconsistent black screen of dead monitors , and machines he never thought heâd had the pleasure of knowing personally . sheâs speaking , and he wants to believe her , he wants to step into whatever faith that raked through her chest , and just -------  believe . but he saw the bodies , and he saw the panic , and it was brewing in the darkest parts of his chest  . and god --------   he was afraid .  âi used to think about dying all the time-â words cut off , salvaged by the deep furrowing of a cough , and the faintest taste of crimson  .  âhow easy it would have been ..â another darted gaze , shoving calloused fingertips into dress slacks he had still worn from the wake .  âand then -- we got on the buses ..â you can feel how tired he is , how hard heâs trying to stand up straight , how looking at her hurts him . the back of his hand , touches his eyes , and heâll blink the tears away , trying to salvage himself . youâre not a boy -- dylan .  âi didnât even want to go to the party that night -- i think ... selene or maybe eliza talked me into it..â his tongue pressed against his cheek , loosening his jaw . âand then i met you ..â voice cracked , and he sniffles , only slightly .  âthe suddenly ---â lips pursed , cracked and brittle .  âi wanted more time - you know? i wanted to --- take you on a date , or to the movies .. out to dinner .. i wanted to wake up the next day and the world be normal again --- i just wanted to--â heâs staring at the floor now , blankly , no longer trying to keep the expressions from his face , no longer trying to wipe the emotions away .  âi just wanted more time .. and i donât know if weâre ever going to get that now ---â take him , heâll plead . take him instead , take whoever else you want , universe --------   just not her . Â
OL&&. dylan.
itâs her blood . words struck her like white hot lightening , blinding light flashing from the fluorescents that lined the hall , and a ringing screaming in her eardrums . the color drained from her cheeks and , as she stared at the dip of green scrubs against his chest , she thought her knees might give out . and maybe that was a good thing . esme hadnât stopped moving since day one , and this â this nightmare â was only making it worse . sheâd only had a moment before diving in , a brief second to tie her hair back and shut down any part of her that wanted to retreat . it didnât seem to fit , him standing there in surgical scrubs as she still wore the dark color of morning . you arenât supposed to be here , and maybe , had she not dragged him out the day before , had she not pulled him closer and closer , maybe he wouldnât be . â dylan , â it was wary , a warning as he stepped towards her and she took a step back , and she wasnât sure she believed him when he told her he was fine . but she couldnât bring herself to look close enough to find out . â donât , â she whispered , begging him not to come closer as she turned her face away , back of her wrist pressed against pursed lips . you canât be here . because she knew there was no way sheâd be able to focus on anyone or anything else , so long as he was within her reach . because she knew that if he was there , it meant something was horribly wrong , just as this twisted universe appeared to be tilting ever so slightly in their favor . because she knew , that deep down , she had it in her to tear this new world apart if it would save him from the same fate as ben or daniel or virginia . and he was asking if she was okay ? â layton and i â ⌠we â ⌠â she choked on the words as she noticed her own hand trembling , and she quickly dropped her arms to her sides , hiding her palms under the edges of black sleeves , â which means â ⌠especially after minnie ⌠you â ⌠â she inhaled , long and slow , and looked up to meet his gaze , soft features twisted with worry , with guilt . she shook her head , â donât tell me youâre fine if you arenât feeling fine . â glassy blue eyes were pleading with him , and her voice cracked , â because if something happens to you , i â ⌠â her eyes looked up to the ceiling , tears threatening her lash line . because if something happens to you , i will lose my fucking mind . â i canât do anything to help you if you tell me youâre fine and youâre not . â
 anxiety is crept up the nape of his neck , it chilled , and tapped on the back of his shoulder like a bewildering ghost . the sweat had already started , keeping him cold , dipped down his shirt , in between the blades of his shoulders , and sticking the fabric to his skin . heâll watch her , in quiet agony . she stepped back , and thereâs a waver of her voice , of distance between them set in shifted feet . he feels sick ------  and itâs not because of minnieâs blood , or any outbreak --- itâs because having her so close to him days ago , only to have this -- whatever it was -- between them ? it made him quite literally want to throw up . his heart is pounding , itâs racing , itâs shocking him back to life and killing him over and over again in a repetitive cycle . because , he looks at her , and he knows sheâs not okay . he knows that they had been around ben , he knows that the fact they were together the other night , could have been a reason why they had been left in the situation they were in now . was it his fault ? had he given it to her ? had she given it to him ? it didnât matter , all that matters was that she was okay --- that she figured out a way to stop this . so he swallowed  , and anxious fingertips tapped at his side , over and over again . he doesnât try to move , not again -----  not after the way she pulled back . instead , he nodded , and swallowed .  âi-â pursed lips , suddenly dry , and he coughs into his elbow , making a stitched effort to pull away from her , if she wasnât sick --- he didnât need to make things worse . seconds felt like minutes , and minutes stretched into miles .  âi think --- i have a fever--â he finally spoke , and itâs muffled , and heâs swallowing hard .  âd-do you want me to leave ?â his gaze flickered back to the area set for quarantine , before landing back on her with a dip in his head .  âi- i canât go back in there---â itâs restricted , through the blank stare , and all he wants to do is leap forward . he wants to know what it would be like to touch her again , to hold her , and if he canât -----  if him being here is only a distraction , then heâll leave .. heâll leave and it doesnât matter what happens to him as long as sheâs spared . âiâm sorry i didnât--â he can feel the lump rising in he back of his throat , and itâs cracked , almost broken .  âi couldnât just--â heâs trying to find the right words to say , shifting back and cowering his hands back behind his head . heâll pace , back and forth .  âi couldnât just leave her there --â no matter if it was minnie , no matter who it was .  âi didnât mean to--â get sick ? get everyone else sick ?  âdo you think-â he sucks in a breath .  âdo you think weâre going to ---â for the longest time , he thought about death . he thought about the silence , and the way it would have been nice to feel nothing at all . but not now , not when heâs so close -----  not when he finally has her .  âi-i should leave .. youâre right-âÂ
&&. dylan.
it felt like her attention was being pulled in forty different directions , selfishness battling morality at every twist and turn . she had to know â ⌠but it seemed the names at the top of her list , the people she needed to find , were lost to a crowd of panicked chaos . and she went NUMB , before she could even being to spiral into her own fit of panic , she went numb . tunnel vision , her mother had called it , something you get from your father . it was motivating , but worse â it was blinding . â i told you , iâm fucking fine , â stepping out of softness and choosing survival as she shoved helpful hands away from her shoulders . the cough threatening to rumble in her chest , the sickening churn in her stomach â it could wait . it had to wait . â now if you donât mind , iâve got to go check on â â they rounded the corner , and it was like stepping into quick - setting concrete , the sight of him stopping her dead in her tracks . eyes flickered down to his chest . scrubs . of course . of course . â go. i can handle this one , â a whisper , and the person sheâd been with turned around , leaving her there . staring . can you , esme ? can you handle the fact that heâs here because of you ? â you â â her voice cracked , breathing ragged , â youâre not supposed to be here . dylan , you canât be here . â youâre supposed to be home . youâre supposed to be safe . â do you â â she cleared her throat , steadying her own voice . sheâd reach out and see for herself , but she wouldnât touch him , for fear of making it worse . gaze flits to his chest once more , â what happened to your shirt ? â
  respiration is heaved in a bellowed sigh that scratches his lungs . you could hear it , the wet cough , and the way he breathed -----  like he had been smoking cigarettes for years . it was subtle , but he coughed , and it sounded like the others . the others  -------  he refused to acknowledge . he hates this , hates hospitals - hates being stuck here , pushed around in a room . told what to do , where to go . there were lights in his face , and unkempt hands touching him , prodding at every which angle . you could see the stress in visibly tensed shoulders , and the sweat start to drip down the under the surgical green v-cut . heâs glancing down at his hands , and how they touched minnies . the mirror of her eyes , is stilled burned into the back of his head . the blood -----  there was so much blood . and then he can hear her , and the sharpest of voices , had spun him back into reality , like whiplash . footing is hauled against tile floor , and heâs gripping the metal waste bin so tight , his knuckles whitened . lips pursed , and he canât look up - he canât . because he knows sheâs sick , without even having to look at her . thoughts of this place came back to haunt him , all the times he paced back forth in waiting rooms just like the one outside of this . how many times ------  he waited to see if his mom would walk out again . a handful of sugar , do you think it made the medicine go down ? how many pills she took , and how many times she tried . itâs burned into his retinas , itâs scorched into a memory that heâs buried , and avoided . but this --- it felt real . finally , brown eyes , dimmed with hues of purple , look up and over  .  âminnie got sick .â he finally said , and itâs quiet . âitâs her blood .â he wouldnât lie to her ------  not like he had with selene .  âbut iâm fine-â as if trying to convince himself , he stepped forward , dangerously . he never wanted to touch anyone more in his entire life . but when his gaze reached hers , it hit him like a truck . the universe can take whatever it wants from him , it can take his breath from his lungs , or the light in his eyes , it can even take the blood from veins -------  but it canât have her . âa-are you okay?âÂ
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  his breathing is shallow , you can hear it rattling in his chest with each intake . heâd told himself he was fine -----  he didnât feel like anything was wrong , the fever hadnât hit him yet . instead , the cold of the hospital is wavered in goosebumps he couldnât chase . heâs stuck in a room full of people that were dying , watching them be picked off one by one ---- until he couldnât . minnie was nowhere in sight , completely vanished , a ghost . and part of him , it ached to think about the truth in that . so heâll follow the signs , he still has his phone ----  for whatever reason , it still fucking worked . and she had hers , the rest was simple clarity . heâll find her , standing on the edge of a dock , masked in darkness . his hands are palmed up in defense , stopping just short of the entry way . thereâs a cough that rattled his chest , sunken deep into his lungs , and itâs wet . the fever started somewhere between the hospital and here , the humidity staining the back of a scrub shirt in drenched variation . it glistened , down the v-cut , the bottom of his curls , between the crinkle on his forehead . and he can taste it ----  he can taste it , and the crimson reminds him of iron , staining itâs way down the back of his throat .  âiâm already sick-â heâs steady , moving forward .âcome down down fro--â another sudden gasp as air expelled from his lungs in the sharpest of sounds .  âget away from the edge minniie-â he had never been the one to save anybody , but maybe --- he could save her . Â

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She bounced her leg, and nibbled on her fingernails, old habit die hard right? hearing Dylan speak up , he made her flinch slightly and sent chills down her arms , why couldnât they have just sat their peace, no talking so that once this wake was over theyâre split and go their own ways. Things between the two were never cruel or bad but it ended badly and just now how Valley pictured things for them â you donât need to apologize. Know theres nowhere to sitâ she said almost whispering though, getting her to speak was hard in public and loudly at that, hopefully, heâd still be able to hear her . Maybe if they left it at that it would be ok, and nothing else would be said and they could continue on sitting as if nothing happened at all. Finally after a few big deep breaths and hyping herself up over and over in her head âDylan, you donât have to avoid me like the Plague â she said a little louder but still soft enough . was that harsh? maybe , as much as she didnât want to speak it was helpful to her having someone she acually knew and once trusted .
  dylan softened , and shook his head .  âiâm not trying to avoid you val---â itâs quiet , but his lips pursed . the inside of this place was getting dim , and the walls felt like they were shrinking . he didnât have to apologize ? it seemed like the only thing he did around her was just that . he was sorry , for the on , but more importantly , for the off . she was good , and he was -------  complicated .  âiâve gottaâ get some air-â itâs wavered , and heâs standing his feet , letting them carry him outside , letting them leave her again .  in the time it took him to return , chaos had clammed the four corners of halloway . he was caught outside , in the ambush of it all . somehow , making it to the hospital , and for some reason , and his way back to where it started . blood rushed to his head , and he couldnât be there ----  the beds , the beeping , it was driving him fucking crazy . and he wasnât sick , he wasnât . footsteps are heavy , carried in a jogging motion , until he nearly collided with someone else . he stops , just in time to put space between them . if you werenât sick , why were you afraid to touch her , dylan ?  âwh-what are you still doing here ?â words caught in his throat , scratched and dulled , coughing into his sleeve .Â
  heâs changed , the fitted buttons to a white collard shirt --- stained with crimson , tossed in a bio hazard bin . despite the blood , heâs managed here at the hospital , he wasnât sick ----- he had never touched ben , he had been careful with minnie . however  , chills start to trickle up the nape of his neck , and he swallowed , thickly . his back presses against the wall , florescent lights too bright for his own good , trying to blink them back , trying not to focus on the ringing inside his head . itâs not until someone rounded the corner , does he sharpen an intake of breath , launched the shirt of borrowed scrubs .  âitâs just precaution .â he finally tells them , voice muffled as he takes the mask .  âtheyâre going to run tests .â and then theyâd see he was fine . that he could figure out a way to help . Â
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           RUINS OF PEOPLE CROWDED THE EMERGENCY ROOM like the decay she had once called a heart. she prays to be buried amongst it, flesh to dew beneath the carvings of halloway they that had once called theirs. Much like the decay that she had called a heart. but now it had deteriorated into madness, scatterings of blood, bones twisted into weakness. â hey, get off him ! â the strangerâs touch threatening to melt her, reduce her to chaos as her hands urge to untangle strands of darkness from his scissor like hands until dylan is free. â whose blood is that? â she stops, hues scanning, - soaking.
  he was nearly trampled , halfway stuck between here and the courtyard . there was no means to an end , and the darkness that shadowed over them had plagued twice as quick as an outbreak ever could . the world had been sick before -------   and the world would overcome it . heâs halfway tugged into a release , jaw tightening , shoulder flinching in reflex . selene stops , and he swears itâs the most space that has ever been dangered between them . brown eyes tricked down , scatter of crimson on his shirt . a twitch , muscle above his jaw flexes -------  lines drawn .  âitâs mine-â heâs never lied to her before , never thought he would have - but now , the void of being trapped in there , waiting , with sick people ... a lie had never been told so easily , and he hates himself for that . "do-" stepping back , just as quickly , palms raised in defense . "don't--"
      &. DYLAN / ofcarmichaels¡.
 Ⱐâ *ďž âŻ KINDNESS  SHINES  THROUGH  HIS  WORDS  ,  something  sheâs  never  really  felt  in  life.  her  parents  handed  her  a  box  of  nothingness  ,  showing  her  nothing  as  she  grew  up  while  most  of  her  friends  throughout  her  life  had  only  showed  one  face  of  many.  heâs  a  better  person  than  she  ,  forgiving  her  for  all  the  horrible  quips  sheâs  thrown  his  way  ,  all  the  morally  wrong  JOKES sheâs  made  at  his  expense.  the  lump  in  her  throat  continues  to  grow  and  she  keeps  swallowing  to  no  avail.  itâs  made  its  presence  known  ,  refusing  to  go  back  home  until  sheâs  shed  a  few  tears  or  yelled  her  throat  dry.  sheâs  about  to  speak  up  again  when  he  confesses  that  he  KNOWS  she  knew  ben.  she  shouldnât  take  it  as  a  surprise  ,  but  she  does  despite  knowing  how  SMART  he  is.  minnie  couldâve  covered  her  tracks  all  she  wanted  ,  she  couldâve  tossed  markers  to  throw  people  off  and  dylan  wouldâve  solved  it  all  anyway.  his  admission  breaks  her  ,  her  emotions  winning  for  the  second  time  that  day.  her  eyes  water  so  fast  she  doesnât  have  stand  a  chance  against  the  dam  breaking.  tears  stroll  down  her  cheeks  and  she  reaches  up  to  swipe  them  away  ,  when  the  NOISE  starts.  her  throat  is  tight  ,  the  tears  refusing  to  stop  now  as  she  tries  to  see  through  the  blur  of  saltwater.  she  drops  her  eyes  ,  bowing  her  head  and  intending  to  hide  her  tears  as  she  always  does  but  is  greeted  with  crimson  liquid  on  her  slender  digits.  confusion  seeps  into  her  pores  as  she  wipes  away  hot  tears  and  pulls  her  hands  away  ,  audibly  crying  with  discomfort  and  fear.  â  dylan  ?  â  panic  floods  her  voice  ,  tears  continuing  to  blur  her  vision  as  her  emotions  rise.  â  whatâs  happening  to  me  ?  â
  heâs too caught up in the noise , to notice the tears . at least , he is at first . instead his gaze is focused on the door , the sound of more glass shattering , and ------  screaming ? panic starts to settle in his chest , and like slow motion , his glance is petrified to his left , to minnie . tears are stained in rows of crimson , and his jaw slacked . the back of his throat feels hoarse , dark irses dilated and widened .  âwh-â itâs stuttered , caught off guard , and heâs stepping backwards , his footing losing itâs balance and nearly tripping over himself . but he canât stop , he canât stop staring --- and sheâs turning towards him , and he doesnât know what to do . alarm , has driven a nail of sudden panic , and he feels dizzy .  âyour eyes--â itâs sharpened , and itâs caught in his throat , until he stepped back again , and falls . elbows scrapped against harsh pavement  , skinning under rolled up cuffed sleeves . he hits the ground with a thud , blood dripped onto the stain of a white button up , and heâs crawling away from her .  âminnie whatâs wrong with your ----â doors are bounced from the hinges , and heâs averted to the right , bodies are fighting to get out of the entrance one by one ----- clawing each other until they did . before he can react , instinct and adrenaline are targeted into fight or flight . a simple grasp on her wrist , and he tugged her frame down to do the ground .  âget down---â rolled into the grass , pulling and flinching as footsteps carried around them like an angry swarm , a parade , a massacre .Â
   DARLING, DEAREST, DEAD. she had watched them fall, dropping like the goddamn flies. How much blood could she swallow before she would choke? she had learnt about this, - the mass hysteria that had followed. desperate fingers pointed to those whose sweat beaded foreheads, fleeing from the scene, bundling those âwellâ into their homes, SELFISH, - was what she usually would be, but today was different. Â
       THERE WAS NO PEACE SINCE THE OUTBREAK. silence could not become her, for when it did, when it snuck into their room, she could hear the SCREAMS. DANIELâS screams, the apologies, her own words on a loop; youâll be okay, weâll treat it. He had asked for his fucking mother, she had given him a guilt ridden look.
        â anyone infected, get them into a private room, lock the doors. there is a shit tonne of antibacterial, so you better lather yourself up. put gloves on, masks, any shit that isnât going to leave you open to this disease. this could go airborne, and iâm not dying today.â BREATHE. â any questions or ? â
  white lights of the hosiptal stained his vision . heâs got blood on his shirt when he walks in -----  minnieâs blood .  but he felt fine , he was fine . heâll jump , just dodging another bed that is pushed through the hallway . seleneâs voice rings , and he starts to feel dizzy . heâs fine . when suddenly , someone is tugging on him , a stranger ------   he doesnât like to be touch .  âget the fuck o--â another tug , and dylan is faltering backwards , practically cattled off into a second of the hospital . he hates the physical force of anyone shoving him , and heâll push back , heart beating frantically out of control .  âget the fuck off m---â and another one at his side , trying to herd them into the sections as directed .  âiâm not si---â itâs just blood , it didnât get on him , he didnât -----  nothing was wrong with him , he felt fine .

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     &. DYLAN / ofcarmichaelsâ.
  Ⱐâ *ďž âŻ SUMMERâS  SHIFTED  INTO  THE  BEGINNING  OF  AUTUMN  ,  the  summer  breeze  transforming  from  warm  and  welcoming  into  autumnâs  cold  bursts  of  reawakening.  the  new  world  is  identical  to  the  one  they  were  brought  from  â  minnie  canât  tell  the  difference  when  she  wakes  up  in  a  cozy  bed  or  when  sheâs  standing  at  the  edge  of  the  forest  ,  staring  deep  between  the  trunks  of  towering  wood.  one  difference  her  hues  can  pick  up  on  though  ,  is  that  dylan  actually  doesnât  look  like  an  abandoned  building  of  a  human  being  for  once.  sheâs  always  dressed  like  sheâs  walking  in  fashion  week  ,  HIM  ?  she  canât  remember  the  last  time  heâs  even  combed  his  hair  back  â  but  a  death  in  the  community  really  brings  out  the  best  in  everyone.  she  can  tell  he  cares  ,  or  ,  has  the  respect  half  these  kids  are  lacking  to  show  up  looking  put  together.  she  wonders  if  theyâll  have  a  funeral  ,  whoâs  going  to  dress  ben  up.  he  stands  to  her  side  ,  an  EQUAL to  her  ,  not  lesser  ,  not  greater.  sheâs  spent  so  long  of  her  life  standing  on  her  own  ,  she  almost  wonders  what  itâd  be  like  to  have  someone  by  her  side.  someone  with  as  much  love  in  their  heart  as  he  does  ,  as  much  wisdom  and  empathy  as  he  holds  in  his  hues  that  always  resemble  those  of  a  kicked  puppy.  mouth  dries  at  his  comments  ,  inhaling  deeply  to  root  her  nausea  and  watering  eyes.  she  looks  at  the  joint  ,  taking  it  with  shaky  fingers  and  an  empty  laugh.  â  iâm  sorry,  â  a  heartfelt  apology  springs  from  her  lips  ,  one  she  shouldâve  saved  for  BEN.  â  for  all  the  times  iâve  bitched  at  you  and  provoked  you.  â  she  keeps  her  gaze  ahead  of  her  ,  refusing  to  look  him  in  the  eyes  as  she  apologizes.  â  you  didnât  deserve  that.  â
 he hadnât come out for an apology ----- he hadnât even expected to give that to her . itâs not what she needed , not what she wanted , and they had never been close . but he does feel for her , itâs portrayed in dress slacks and a button up . itâs portrayed , in the way he stands next to her , shoulder to shoulder , giving her the respect to not glance in her direction . it was who she was , and he knew that . dylan hadnât expected the grief , and he hadnât expected the way his chest felt heavy when she spoke . out of all people , he never assumed he would have empathy towards , minnie mae . but he did , and itâs overwhelming , a tiny nod the underachievement to it all .  âitâs okay.â and he means it , he really did .  âfriendly competition.â that hadnât been really friendly at all . but instead , he had admired her persistence . and although , often times , she would try to penetrate his nerves .. dylan was thankful she never walked on eggshells around him . thankful that she didnât pretend with softness and ease bred out of pity . just like , he wouldnât with her . out of everything that came from the new world , whatever this was ---  the kinship , was the most surprising to him . âi know that you knew ben .â he finally says , without a cloud of doubt . he can read people , itâs what he did . and being in the background , unnoticed , for half of his life -----  you see things other people hadnât . did he know the exact nature of their relationship ? no - not in the slightest . but he knew , it was something . something traumatizing - you didnât hurt like this for people you barely spoke to . and with that , thereâs a rustling in the background , something behind the doors --- like breaking plates , and vibrating noise . âwhat the hell is that---âÂ
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 he doesnât dress up often , and itâs understandable . the mere lack of energy he had on a daily basis , was exhausting in itself . he didnât have it in him to look nice , to comb his curls out most days . but today -------   there was a ceratin level of respect you had for the dead , a certain memory that haunts the idea of funerals , like his motherâs . and he hated them , they were stuffy and everyone was sad - even those he didnât know him . it was bullshit , it was all bullshit . dylan , had barely spoken to the guy , but you hadnât seen him out there weeping for the unknown . tear stained cheeks , they were saved for his own self dread , a loathing part of him that just wouldnât die .  âitâs alright--â new shirt , now drenched in red , something he could have only assumed was a mixed drink of itâs own . âi was probably never going to wear this shirt again anyways.â a lightness to it , and the way his voice tilted with honesty ----  they were just clothes .Â

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âDid anybody really even know this fucking kid? or is it just another lost cause of a kid?â Hyde asked around the place, he was generally curious because did it suck they lost someone? sure maybe, he was mostly upset it couldnât have been him if weâre being honest, He hated this town enough before and for now to be stuck here forever with more people he hated or didnât understand he was jealous, which sounds like a bad thing to say but Hyde was over it. He was at this Wake or whatever you wanted to call it though because as much as he hated the idea of this the person still deserved a little respect to the dead and shit . âHonestly I think his ghost just might haunt us all nowâ He added casually
  thereâs a slump in his shoulders , and heâs kicking the gravel under his feet . lips are pursed , and heâs trying his best not to comment , not to engage . it was none of his business ------  dylan preferred to stay out of it .  âi didnât .â he finally concluded , as if he had thought long and hard about the answer . he did , like most answers , overachieve .  âthen again , i donât know a lot of people .â he glanced around , as if to prove his point . there were a vast familiarity of faces . faces , that he had met , but had maybe spoken a word or two with . and maybe , a few in between he actually cared about .  ânot a funeral type of person ?â getting other people to talk about themselves , to push away the spotlight from his own tumbling misfortune , that should have been his art .Â
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Valley couldnât stand the thought of something like this happening, i mean they were all so young and had so much to offer, well that was before the moment they all got trapped in this middle of nowhere land , not exits, no sign of other lifes for miles and miles, there was no way around this and they were stuck here now. She didnât know Benjamin sheâs only ever heard of him after the death , but they were all that anyone had left she had to go to this funeral, she was sad but not for the loss but for the fact that someone so easily could have done this and these were the people she was supposed to be trusting? she couldnât do that , she already didnât trust or know enough people before this, and now that itâs only them what was she supposed to do?  Finding the first empty seat she could find she bounced her leg nervously up and down, and let her fingers do the weird twitch thing it did when she was scared or nervous, she wasnât there to talk to anyone she was there to pay respects and leave, that was until she finally got the nerve to look beside her, curiosity killed the cat . Hoping she would be invisible enough for him not to turn and face her, maybe she could sneak away and find another spot? but this place was filling up she was stuck. being next to Dylan was the last place she wanted to be, she still was curious and concerned about him but she coulndât do it right now and ask him, it seemed like horrible timing. So instead the blonde kept her vision infront of her .
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  heâs tired , it feels like heâs been up for days ----  and funerals , wakes , whatever this was --- it was draining . dark hues dart around for a place to sit , a spot , the only spot , brings in a sense of familiarity . heâll take his place next to her , arms folded over his knees . trying his best to look pleasant , to look decent . but god , he can feel the tension , and itâs not because someone was dead ------  itâs because there are so many things left unspoken , things he prefers to leave that way . itâs only a few minutes in , maybe three , maybe five , when heâs standing to his feet .  âsorry-â itâs quiet , muffled under his breath trying to give her some space .  âthere was..â itâs faint , glancing around .  âthere was no where else to sit .â itâs honest , and she hasnât spoken a word through tensed shoulders . he will then , swallow hard , and try to conceal the fact that this was awkward . for him , for ben --- if the afterlife was real , and for anybody in a several foot radius . he was already uncomfortable , and having to explain himself in the middle of a wake , as to why he had been avoiding her , was the last thing he wanted to do . confrontation was too heavy , it made him tense , flinch , shoulders stiffened . âiâll go--âÂ