Die Young, Stay Pretty

It’s Christmastime! And you know what that means~ u3u

Who on Earth could be in this neck of the woods? Norma never tells her hookups where she lives because of the embarrassment of living in a hick town would totally clash with her LA aesthetic. She just had to take a peek.

The brightness is almost blinding from outside. Her eyes adjust and she can barely make out…A man at her door? Thank god, it’s been a while since she’s gotten some.

“Hey there, wh–…”

“……………………Wh-Wha–Who are y–…Is this some kind of joke? P-Please, just leave me alone.” She steps back into her trailer in bewilderment and begins to shut the door.

“Norma - Norma! Wait-- please! Norma this isn’t a joke, I swear! Please, will you please hear me out?” The paper around the flowers crinkled as his grip tightened. He wanted to badly to reach out but it had been so long, would she let him back in?

He walked up to the door warily. It had been so long since they had seen each other and it hadn’t been a happy good bye. He turned around then turned back to the door, his heart pounding in his chest. Pol needed this closure more than anything. He needed something, anything.

He raised his hand to knock, his fist hovering over the door. No good. He pulled out the notes he had taken before he left. Different memories, ideas, suggestions for things to talk about or, more aptly, what he should be apologizing for.

He mumbled to himself before shoving the papers back in his pocket. It was now or never. He was living on borrowed time. This time he knocked; heart pounding more than it ever had when he had been alive.  There was no turning back now.

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“W-What? Wait!”

“I don’t want this!”