#wollte

#Stoiber wollte #Merkel #stürzen

Das zeigt doch das wahre #Gesicht von unseren angeblich "#Menschenfreundlichen" #Politikern 🤬Von wegen die #Würde der #Menschen ist #unantastbar 🤬🤬

Day 6: Frame. So hey, this is technically a part of my ongoing mystery/semi-horror fic- Wollte, but like- honestly don’t worry about it. If you’ve read it then yay and if not then you’ll still get it.

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“That’s not what it’s about…” Jack murmured, lifting the different frames up. Chase snickered “If it’s not about making the picture look nice, then what is it about?” “Protection.” “Oh yeah.” Chase nodded “I’m stupid.” “I know.” Jack placed the frame back down and walked to the other side of the store. Chase mock-gasped “you weren’t supposed to agree with me!” “Well I did.” “Oh.”

They stood in silence, for a while, Jack flicking through various different frames and Chase humming quietly to himself. It wasn’t until Jack dropped one, when his friend reached to pick it up and they locked eyes.

“Are you okay, bro?” Chase asked quietly. “I’m not your ‘bro’.” he took the frame and stood up. Chase frowned “I call everyone that, it’s-” “Well don’t.” Jack looked away “Please.”

Chase stared at the ground for a moment, before also standing up. He looked around at all the empty- and the filled ‘prototype’- picture frames, waiting to be chosen. When he thought about it, it was… weird how his friend had gotten into photography like this, how he’d abandoned all his other hobbies, how it had to be old-style cameras- so on, so forth. But he was supportive. Up until the very moment he was told he could no longer call his bro, well, bro. Because this was weird.

“Are you okay?” Chase asked, more firmly. “Please just tell me.” “Not here.” Jack’s eyes darted round quickly. “Yes here, are you okay?” he was more frustrated now “you’re never around, you’re nervous all the time, you’ve been acting weird… what the hell is up, dude?” “Shut up!” he pressed his hand on Chase’s mouth then took it off “I mean… sorry. I know it’s looked odd from the outside, but everything will make sense soon I promise. Please, Chase, you’re my best friend and you need to trust me on this?” Chase thought for a second, then nodded. Even if it wasn’t going to be soon, then he could deal with it some other time. “Maybe one day I’ll see the bigger picture, huh?” he laughed. “You will.” Jack smiled.

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Chase picked up the photo, gripping it tightly.