#sinsought

 “Jason?”

    Rachel had tried hard, SO HARD, to cling on to any crumb of hope that the man who had cared for her as a child would find her. She didn’t believe it when they claimed to have KILLED him, dumping a charred and unrecognizable corpse in front of her and calling it his. She didn’t believe it when they said he ABANDONED her, escaping without even bothering to try breaking her out, and that they had proof.

   She’s still sore from her uncomfortable rest in an alley the night before— long sleeves hiding dark bruises and scars that mark her light skin, a dull ache continuing to throb in the back of her head due to lack of sufficient sleep. Maybe that was what this was; a cruel trick played by her own mind.

                                           ❝        WELL  ,      ANDREW    ,           ❞     impatience isn’t masked lightly, her brow threads upwards and her lips twist into a slight scowl.    ❝  that is how one gets convicted of crimes.  ❞      with more than enough to deal with on her plate as it was, christine couldn’t help but idle irritably before him, fingers gripped just a bit too tight on the handle of her briefcase.           IF LOOKS COULD KILL, SHE’D BE GUILTY OF A CRIME TOO  !!

     jaѕon ѕĸιeѕ & мanolo vega 

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❝ this is officially the worst conclusion to one of our always useless conversations.” rainwater puddles and overflows in a bay of the sidewalk, a pool that remains to be altered even when manolo’s spit lands on the viscous screen.