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“ What fucking year is it???? “

part  four  (  one,  two,  three  )     /     change  pronouns  as  desired  !

𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍.

the  flowers  that  we’d  grown  together  died  of  thirst.

it  was  months  and  months  of  back  and  forth.

you’re  still  all  over  me  like  a  wine  -  stained  dress  i  can’t  wear  anymore.

i  lost  the  war.

the  sky  turned  black  like  a  perfect  storm.

i  was  drowning.

that’s  when  i  could  finally  breathe.

by  morning,  gone  was  any  trace  of  you.

i  think  i  am  finally  clean.

there  was  nothing  left  to  do.

i  punched  a  hole  in  the  roof.

the  water  filled  my  lungs.

i  screamed  so  loud.

no  one  heard  a  thing.

just  because  you’re  clean  don’t  mean  you  don’t  miss  it.

i  won’t  give  in.

now  that  i’m  clean  i’m  never  gonna  risk  it.

𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃.

we  took  a  wrong  turn.

we  fell  down  a  rabbit  hole.

nothing’s  as  it  seems.

didn’t  they  tell  us  don’t  rush  into  things  ?

didn’t  you  flash  your  green  eyes  at  me  ?

haven’t  you  heard  what  becomes  of  curious  minds  ?

didn’t  it  all  seem  new  and  exciting  ?

i  should’ve  slept  with  one  eye  open  at  night.

we  found  wonderland.

you  and  i  got  lost  in  it.

we  pretended  it  could  last  forever.

life  was  never  worse  but  never  better.

we  went  on  our  way,  too  in  love  to  think  straight.

there  were  strangers  watching.

didn’t  you  calm  my  fears  with  a  cheshire  cat  smile  ?

it’s  all  fun  and  games  ‘til  somebody  loses  their  mind.

i  reached  for  you,  but  you  were  gone.

i  knew  i  had  to  go  back  home.

you  searched  the  world  for  something  else  to  make  you  feel  like  what  we  had.

in  wonderland,  we  both  went  mad.

𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐀𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐍  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄.

you  saw  enough.

look  up.

no  proof,  one  touch.

you  felt  enough.

you  can  hear  it  in  the  silence.

you  can  feel  it  on  the  way  home.

you  can  see  it  with  the  lights  out.

you  are  in  love.

you  keep  his  shirt.

he  keeps  his  word.

for  once  you  let  go  of  your  fears  and  your  ghosts.

you  kiss  on  sidewalks.

you  fight  then  you  talk.

you’re  my  best  friend.

you  knew  what  it  was.

he  is  in  love.

he  keeps  a  picture  of  you  in  his  office  downtown.

i’ve  spent  my  whole  life  trying  to  put  it  into  words.

𝐍𝐄𝐖  𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.

we’re  all  so  tired  of  everything.

we  wait  for  trains  that  just  aren’t  coming.

we  show  off  our  different  scarlet  letters.

trust  me.

mine  is  better.

we’re  so  young,  but  we’re  on  the  road  to  ruin.

we  play  dumb.

we  know  exactly  what  we’re  doing.

i  could  build  a  castle  out  of  all  the  bricks  they  threw  at  me.

every  day  is  like  a  battle.

every  night  with  us  is  like  a  dream.

come  along  with  me.

heartbreak  is  the  national  anthem.

it’s  all  in  the  timing.

i’m  about  to  play  my  ace.

we  need  love.

all  we  want  is  danger.

please  take  my  hand.

please  take  me  dancing.

Starters taken from the 2020 Netflix movie Enola Holmes! Some of these have been changed to fit a more scenarios. Feel free to change them however you want! Also please be aware that there could be spoilers here, as well!

“My life is my own and the future is up to us.”

“I would never abandon you and leave you to fend for yourself.”

“Why would we want to attract the blood sharks?!”

“You’ve never shown interest in this family.”

“She beat you once before, and now she’s done it again.”

“I’m not entirely an idiot, you know?”

“We are both extremely lucky to have lived this long, and you want to drive us into a place where there is most certain danger?“

“A wild and dangerous woman has brought up a wild child.”

“Now please, put down the teapot. In your hands, it is a mighty weapon.”

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, (name), I will murder you myself.”

“Perhaps it’s the world that needs changing.”

“The choice is always yours. Whatever society may claim, it can’t control you.”

“Look for what’s there, not what you wish was there.”

“You really do remind me of my uncle. You have that same stare.”

“It is good to care for the vulnerable, but not if it means risking your own life. Sometimes you have to let nature take its course.”

“You’re a man when I tell you you’re a man.”

“You have to make some noise if you want to be heard.”

“You’re building quite the reputation for yourself despite your best efforts to avoid the press.”

“I’m not ready to die at all! And I wasn’t going to before I met you!”

“Facts don’t distract from hope.”

“I’ll pay you five pounds to swap clothes with me.”

“People are always anxious to avoid conversations about death. Widows scare them, and there’s no better disguise than fear.”

“No, your face is totally unmemorable!”

“Because you have no interest in changing the world that suits you so well.”

“You’re not rid of me yet, (name).“

“Sometimes you must dangle your legs in the water to attract the sharks.”

“I have quite the prodigal memory when I choose to use it.”

“You were made to fight.”

“hey hey, motherfuckers!”

“it’s tough to have to tell you like this… but i’m in a sexual relationship with your mother. she talks in her sleep.”

“ah! mr. fuckhead, i presume?”

“i’m lurking. like a dormant virus.”

“why do i disagree? because that’s my opinion.”

“hello. i’m here as a fellow human.”

“would you kiss me?”

“you know i don’t want to be melodramatic, but my body is growing weak due to a lack of sustenance.”

“he ate my fucking chicken!”

“i’m an enigma. you can’t pigeonhole me. i’m there, then i’m gone.”

“wow, someone thinks they’re beyoncé.”

“how is this entertainment?”

“i work hard, but i do not play hard. i play easy. why would you play hard?”

“words are just complicated airflow.”

“i’m like an old woman who’s had a baby somehow.”

“i hereby convene the meeting of the newly formed ‘what the fuck are we gonna do’ committee.”

“if you need any help—seriously, any help, any advice—just don’t fucking bother.”

“stop pelting me!”

“buckle up, fucklehead!”

“stop angsting. you’re angsting me.”

“you know how everyone hates you?”

“how much is a gallon of milk?”

“it is not a good morning from my pov because you’re here and i fucking hate you.”

“look… i may be dumb, but i’m smart.”

“when you laugh, please do it at the same volume as everyone else.”

“i can promise you that i am spiritually and emotionally and ethically and morally behind whoever wins.”

“is there a thing where we like, talk to each other about stuff… normally?”

“i got a haircut, even though i didn’t really need a haircut. i think i just wanted someone to touch my head, you know?”

“if it is to be said, so it be.”

“uh… can i suggest a hug?”

“i don’t feel anything.”

“you should be with an exciting bastard like me.”

“i tried playing with you and you broke.”

“i have fought and i have lost, and i have fought and won, but when i lose, the other one will generally lose an eye or so.”

“i think it’s just a wrong kind of love expression.”

“i wonder if the sad i’d be without you would be less than the sad i get from being with you.”

“maybe you’ll meet a wealthy widow and seduce her with your sad eyes.”

“if i think about it, i’m really pretty unhappy.”

“next time you need advice, ask someone who knows what they’re talking about.”

“i’m desperate to make you concentrate on nothing but me for just 15 minutes.”

“i’m just not sure if i’m a good fit for a monogamous marriage.”

“if they didn’t need me right now, i don’t know exactly what i would be for.”

“i’ve managed to get myself into this situation where ‘what does my dad think?’ is my entire fucking universe.”

—–

Gohan knelt there, one knee against the ground, the other knee upwards, helping to keep her propped up. That stench of blood rose into his nostrils, used to that scent. Used to it from worthless sacks of flesh that he didn’t care about it, that smell never phased him. Not until now. Never-

Gohan stared, stared down at her: at her eyes, at the last thing she had shown him – a smile, but her eyes. Her eyes had been scared. Scared of something ( his mind wasn’t letting him have that realisation, not yet, not yet, no ) ; scared of leaving…

“Mirai.” the name was low, much quieter than even Gohan was used to. It shook, those syllables heating with that growing, disbelief, rage, sorrow– “Oi. Mirai. Hey. Come on now.” his fingers were shaking; why. Why was she still just staring up at him, not moving. Nothing in her gaze. Body, semi-rigid but also too loose. No movement.

Oh.

….She was dead.

All at once, the realisation rammed into Gohan; his body tensed, staring down at her, wide eyed. It rolled through him as though lava exploding out of a dormant volcano – instantaneously his hair spiked upwards, glowing a bright golden shade, his irises going bleeding from black shade to a rather bright, otherworldly blue. The very ground beneath Gohan’s body shook, asphalt cracking; lightning sparked around him as though a dome, licking along the edges of the nearby buildings of the alleyway.

A gentle brush against fingers.

A head pat.

A short shoulder rub.

Leaning into their side.

Joining them in silence.

A quick hug from the side.

Sitting with them.

Bringing them a drink.

Bringing them food.

A hug from behind.

Stroking their hand.

A slight nudge of the elbow.

The lightest ‘boop’ on the nose.

A head to head touch.

A quiet evening walk.

Sharing a meal.

One resting on the other.

Giving them their coat.

Handing them a small gift.

A comforting smile.

Making space for them to sit.

A soft brush against the face.

A quiet kiss.

A comforting hug from the front.

“ It’s what day? “

Mirai scrunches up her nose slightly as she realizes the date. 

An idle shake of her head, arms crossing slightly as she’d tilt her head to the side some, frowning in thought with a glance up.

“ I feel like people celebrate the stupidest things sometimes. “

Honestly, it wasn’t her projecting, truly, she wasn’t bitter. Nobody said anything about being bitter. Nope.