i am nothing.

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𝕸á𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖇𝖊 𝖊𝖑 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖔 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖏𝖔... 𝖖𝖚𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖇𝖑𝖔.

everything falters. shakes. the destruction of his stitching room a chaotic reflection of his own mind since the interim sheriff shook the area whole. the likelihood of him hearing graham's complaints over pushing her too hard-- he just didn't understand.

nobody understood.

nobody has since her.

they could try. maybe falter in-between thoughts of the neurotic or the divine, but the wreckage of his mind held a differing impurity to the rest. he pranced between stations; physically captive in wonderland, a former home turned imprisoned decorum. dragged between the fates of life and death, a land where balance ceased, only to succumb to the whims of the wicked.

his mind may falter, it may be worse than it ever had been. but even physically so he hasn't fully broken. she won't allow him to.

even alice's silent steps, though blended with her queries, he'd be able to hear the subtility of her intakes of breath and the cogs of her mind rolling. he just knew her that well. extracting himself from his seated position at the base of the staircase, he straightens up as well as he can-- the brat of an interim sheriff stole his scarf, and he hadn't the time to fetch another. he hadn't expected her to appear as swiftly as she had, if at all.

most could hardly comprehend a scar circling the whole of his neck. most couldn't comprehend even portions of what he'd been through, what he'd seen. what he caused. "Something akin." He'd mention that he sent the cat off somewhere, but that would lead to questions. why her and not the interim sheriff? if not her, why not graham? why was a raven...

"still a penchant for unchecked doors i see."

She lingers in the doorway, hesitant to cross the threshold. It isn't fear that roots her there. ...It's the unsettling feeling in her gut, that she's been here before. Deja vu... Odd.

Her gaze finds him almost immediately, searching without understanding why. There is something different about him today...more worn, as though the weight of the room has settled squarely upon his shoulders.

Then she sees it. A crimson line, angry and unmistakable, circling the length of his neck. Her breath catches. Her brow furrows with quiet concern before she can think better of it.

"...Jefferson." His name escapes her gently, carrying an intimacy she doesn't know she possesses. Confusion follows just as quickly. "You... asked for me." The words are careful, uncertain, as though she's asking permission to believe them. "Didn't you?" She takes a tentative step inside, her eyes refusing to leave the scar.

"...What happened to you?" The question is barely above a whisper. She cannot explain why seeing him wounded unsettles her so deeply. Only that it does.

Something in her chest tightens, a dull ache, familiar as a lullaby. It whispers that she should already know the answer. That she should know him. Instead, all she can do is stand there, looking at him as though she's searching for someone she's loved long before... and cannot remember losing...

Yelena 💙

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you’re still speaking in the present tense.

you barely know us.

i’m your best friend? you’ve known me for like four weeks.  

i was seeing someone and i fucked it up. i fucked it up because i’m fucked up.

you’re a fucking creep, i’m a fucking catch.

i’m charming as shit.

all i want is for people to like me, but i just keep hurting people instead.

that’s just what we do. we look out for each other.

my nightmares don’t usually serve breakfast.

you’re pretty much a pain in my ass. and most days, you suck.

delusions make me happy.

we can’t play defense forever.

i think i like you better than anyone i know.

nothing that i’ve been through is possible. i feel like my mind is breaking.

i know it’s dangerous here.

i’m sorry, are you invested in the happiness of someone else?

things change. here, it’s usually bad.

i hesitate to tell you this, because you’re pathologically overconfident, but you’re cute.

you’re a good person with all your bad qualities.

hope is what makes you willing to suffer.

i want to feel that full-blown compliment.

buddy, fuck off, okay?

fuck you, you really hurt my feelings, and i hope an air conditioner falls on you.

my heart’s belonged to you since the moment i met you.

when the fuck are we not at risk?

hot. you’re hot.

i don’t want to be like this. it’s terrifying.

you’re not fucked up. you’re like the most together person i know. 

all i am is a dumb motherfucker who keeps getting people killed.

my mom adores you.

great, you’re yelling at me again.

i think the only way you can be happy is if you’re yourself.

is it just physically impossible for you not to be an asshole for longer than 10 minutes?

i like you a lot better when you’re not yelling at me.

it’s real, and i’m fucking terrified.

i have done things i can’t undo.

i just feel like all i’ve been doing lately is hurting people.

you do not just get to come in here, dump a load of shit like that, and then walk away.

i don’t want to let this place decide when we get to be happy.

i promise i won’t cry on you if you sit next to me.

you are my home, and i would really like to be yours.

you look how i feel.

i don’t give a shit about your word.

i know their type. everything’s a personal attack, a goddamn battle.

you know it’s okay to tell people to fuck off every once in a while, including your friends.

she looked good. i mean, hateful. but good.

it’s poor form to blame the dead.

i’m bothered by people who don’t know how good they have it.

you’re trapped with me. in a fun way.

this place is haunted. everywhere i look, i see somewhere you lied to me.

i don’t feel better off. i just feel left.

i made my choices. so did you.

broken people don’t survive here.

i am exiting our one-sided relationship.

one failed marriage, who hasn’t been there?

i just need to know you’ve got your shit together.

i don’t need a pep talk. i just need to know that you’re back.

mostly everybody here’s depressed.

rule number one: never trust the love interest.

now i know how to take care of my problems.

i can’t uproot my life just to make you happy.

i was never rooting for you to be unhappy. i just wanted you to have more.

stop saying that everything’s going to be okay.

you are not some hopeless screw up.

no one listens to me. no one.

i’m not a problem for you. i’ve never been a problem for you.

there are no mistakes. just choices. and you chose what was right for you.

if someone came up to you right now and said, ‘do this one bad thing and everyone gets to go home,’ would you do it?

i don’t want to know the answer.

when we’re together, i feel a lot. and mostly, it’s good.

we don’t have time to be delicate.

actually, you might be the best thing in my life.

i don’t know what to do, and that really freaks me out.

i’m not gonna stand here and pretend it was a good day.

there are always gonna be monsters in the world. it doesn’t matter where you are. but i promised myself i would never let them scare the life out of me.

i don’t give a shit what you are.

i’m doing this for you. i’m doing it for all of us.

if this shit goes sideways, you have to be ready to step up.

i need you to do me a favor. cut yourself some slack.

you trust me to decide the rest of your life?

you have a sense of direction. 

when did life become this big monster we have to just constantly feed?

we don’t have to live like the sky is always falling.

i’m not afraid of the dark.

you think i’m a monster?

what’s happening to us?

what part of this is okay?

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