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ㅤ ( humming very, very quietly to themself. normally, the silence was comforting. today, it felt ... nerve-wracking. ) ㅤ

emmet.⠀ how would the verse feel about getting an elias soon ....

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ au of 𝓣imothy 𝓢toker of The Magnus Archives ;; A poem written by MYLES. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

ㅤ ? ... do you need something??? ㅤ

“You're a danger, Jon. A monster. You're hurting innocent people.” “So did Daisy.”

inside every person's mind is a child. it's you. sobbing in the darkness, a younger version of yourself whom nobody can never understand, whom nobody will extend a helping hand to.

whose heartbeat is it, then? mine? that's absurd， i’m not even human. something as sophisticated as a heart wouldn't suit me.

because it's such a revolting idea. how could it be possible to love a person like me?

ㅤ i would hope you're not talking to me, but i think i know the answer. ㅤ

ㅤ grumpy? i'm not ... 𝒈rumpy, i'm just ... tired. do you need something, helen? ㅤ

emmet.⠀ who up

ㅤ 💭 ㅤ

ㅤ ❌️❌️❌️ ㅤ

ㅤ ❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️ ㅤ

ㅤ 🗯...? ㅤ

ㅤ it's too cold outside. ❄️ ㅤ

ㅤ aah ... no. i've got plenty coats, thank you, helen. knowing you, you probably planted a device in one of the pockets that will drive me insane or something. ㅤ

ㅤ yeees ... and you are always ⚹so helpful, helen. please, keep the jacket for yourself. ㅤ