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anger was better than tears. better than grief. better than guilt.

threading fingers through her hair still, his smile warm, fond and even peaceful. “ good. because i like you a real lot too. would be awkward if you didn’t. ”

sounds about right

i wonder who this is about 🤨

fucking ghosts

NO . no. well. actually, i don’t know. i haven’t tried. BUT NO. i just meant some of them are annoying me right now, is all.

the same little shit broke my wrist AND my wring finger.

he’s waking up in the hospital, blood drenched clothes in a bag in the floor, blood dried all over his arms, face and even in his hair.

he’s glancing down at the blood all over him, and he’s suddenly sitting up to move, a loud whimper of pain escaping him from the two wounds.

his brows are furrowing, then he’s glancing down, looking at the bandaging on his chest, and frowning. “ oh. i didn’t — . . . i got stabbed ? ” he asks, sounding confused,

he’s groaning softly at the movement from the hug, nodding and humming under his breath in pain. “ didn’t mean to. i was just picking real pretty flowers for her. i — . . . i was going to tell her i love her. ”

he’s nodding, starting to try and rub some of the dried blood off of himself too. “ i’m — i’m sorry you had to deal with this, cas. you should’ve stayed away. ”

so. had to deal with six stab victims today. i’m tired and a bit creeped out.

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