#river threads

River was still getting used to being on her own. It had been a few months since her divorce had gone through and she was finding it harder to deal with than she had thought she might. This was her second divorce and both of them had ended because they had cheated. She wondered if it was because she was too forgiving. She wondered if it was because they had thought that she would have just taken it. She had loved both of them so deeply. She never thought that she was going to be this kind of person. When she had married Scott, she genuinely thought that, that would have been it - and she thought the same when she had married Franklin. She didn’t know if that made her a little naive, though. She hadn’t really been paying attention to what was going on around her so when she bumped into someone, she was full of apologies, “I’m so sorry.” She muttered, shaking her head a little. “I’m so - Scott..” River muttered as she looked at him and realised who it was in front of her. 

River had been just trying to put what happened at the party to the back of her mind. Because she didn’t see the point in thinking about it. Scott, she thought, had made his stance pretty clear so she had invited him round, mostly to tell him that what he did wasn’t okay with her. River wasn’t a confrontational person but she was someone who would tell someone how she was feeling - she had always been told, by her parents, that it was better to let her feelings out, rather than keeping them bottled up. And that was what she was intending to do today. She had reassured Scott that her housemates were out so she was relieved that he told her that he was coming. She had been baking all morning - something that she did whenever she was stressed, really - so the house smelt amazing. And she had just put the tray of brownies in the oven when she heard the knock. “Hey.” River smiled as she pulled the door open. She hated that she felt butterflies the second that she looked up at him. “Come on in. Sorry. I’m a mess, the kitchens a mess.” She laughed, “We’ll sit in here.” She nodded to the living room. “How’ve you been?” 

river wanted scott to know that she would be there for him, no matter what. no matter what had happened, she wanted him to know that he would still have her. she hoped that she was a good influence on him. she wanted to be. she wanted him to know that he at least had someone he could be real with. “what happened?” she asked him. part of it was out of curiosity but it was mostly because she wanted to make sure that, if he wanted to talk, he could.

[ 𝚝𝚡𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 ] : 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 . 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜 .

[ 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 ] : 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 ?

[ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐍 ] : 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 

@tmedraven

𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 ? 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗 . 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 , 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 . 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 . 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 .

 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 , 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖 .

 " 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 ? 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ? " 

[ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝟶𝟸 : 𝟶𝟻 𝚊  ]     𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎