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𝐖𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝟏𝟓 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝: “𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫“; 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬.

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝙰 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗-𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔-𝚊𝚗𝚍-𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍

𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍

𝙸𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎, 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎?

𝙱𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍?

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍

𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎

𝙲𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎

𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍

𝙸𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎

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Lyrics : © Obsidian_Asylum

Nathan X Darren

You Could Have Said I'm Sorry!

Is what Reanne said to Hunter, a noticeable anger pouring down her face as she was wiping the glistening balls of tears forming in her eyes.

Hunter hadn't been himself as of late. After Paul stepped down from a managerial role, he had to be the one to step up, and he didn't like it.

Not a single bit.

Hard choices had to be made, and Paul entrusting those difficult decisioms to him made it unreasonably nervewracking. Why couldn't have been someone else? Grayson would be a great fit. Sure, he's a new hire, but.. He's more capable than Hunter thought he'd ever be. He dictated every single action related to the pursuit of Bamonte, even down to the way the crew had to fit their clothes. It wasn't his thing to take charge, and his frustrations with his position grew more and more noticeable by the group.

Particularly the Australian lady crying right infront of him.

Reanne, discontent, continued.

"What's going on with you?! First you nearly get us all murdered by some space misandrists, now you tell me to just suck it up?"

"Reanne-"

"Reanne what? Don't give me another one of those bullshit excuses. You always do this, and I'm getting more and more sick of it by the day."

"Just bear with me-"

"Fuck. you." she shouted, her sleepblock ringing with her growing animosity towards her former love interest.

Silence had grabbed hold of the ship, with the tension being much more palpable. Hunter had to navigate this with a sense of urgency, but what didn't he do that for in the last couple of weeks? All of it was just an aimless chase, trying to make sense of the ever changing environment around them.

"Reanne," Hunter spoke.

"Listen to me. I'm.. I'm not sure we can keep at this. I'm growin' more and more tired with each damn journey we head out on."

He'd pull her in for a hug, gripping her uniform tight. She had also initiated an embrace, however it was a lot more relaxed compared to the taller out of the two.

"Reanne. Baby. Let me show you that I care. We never have to deal with this again, but.. Just.. One night. Lemme spend one more night with you."

"Hunter.. You might as well just rip my heart out.."

It wasn't a lot of time before the two had removed their work clothing, lessening the distance between them as time seemingly slowed down for them.

Maybe even a linear concept such as time could let these two enjoy their moment. Their last set of memories in a collection that was understandably short.