To 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧: she just stole the cherry from your milkshake.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ Fingers graze like 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨; lips parted, but the words remain suspended. A neon light, tepid coffee, and a table between them. Just like 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴． ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙠.

⠀moxie⠀𖣔⠀.⠀ goodbye, my sweet betty, my sweetest constant. for the last six years, the two of us have been on quite a journey together, and just like her, I started out with someone, and I’m ending with another. this fandom will forever be dear to my heart. 🖤

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚋𝚢𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

⠀ 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚜 ☃︎ 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎. ⠀

⠀⠀⠀𝙀𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 a day drenched in the pour of sleuthing, the soft clink of the front door echoes her relief as she shed the weight of her investigations with her coat, wanting nothing more than to change into her pajamas . . . and a glass of wine.

⠀⠀⠀𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙖 warmth, there, in his eyes — comforting, 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳; her lips tugged in a half-smile as her keys clatter onto the table. “ Yeah, “ she breathes, “ just —— a long day. A missing person’s case . . . 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. “

⠀⠀⠀𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 comfort in his words; their soothing timbre enveloping her in a cocoon of reassurance and hope —— what she needed. It’s the reason she bridges the gap between them; her lips grazed softly against his own in a slow kiss. “ 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. “