⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀they ⠀ saw ⠀ 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 ⠀ and ⠀ forgot ⠀ about ⠀ 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ she ⠀ doesn't ⠀ correct ⠀ them.⠀ ⠀⸻ 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗧 𝗘𝗜𝗦𝗘𝗡 ╱ 𝘇𝗲𝗿𝗼 】
what made your hands go cold ﹖
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Hey, everyone! I just realized I've never made an actual post about it, but I have moved this character to a new account for a fresh start.
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“ no, no. we were trying to do something about it. ” eyebrows furrowed, margaret immediately shakes her head as if the idea is unfathomable to her — if anything she had more to do with it than bex. “ things went. . . poorly. ” ( — )
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with a sigh, she decides it’s better to skip details. her demeanor grows detached, like she’s trying to talk about it as though she wasn’t actually there.
“ there’s a gap between then and everything after it was over, but i’ve pieced some things together ( — ) ”
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margaret looks at the other carefully for a moment, almost annoyed at his deflection, but concedes for now.
“ a few months ago, i and my friend were in an fairly large attack, and ever since it happened. . . ”. margaret doesn’t finish the sentence, ( — )
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also, like this for an interaction! i lost my other “like for an interaction” post :’)
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the frigid waters of the harbor seize her body as she crashes below the surface, the cold slicing through her like a blade. the back of her head throbs, although a distant echo drowned by the numbing chill. time seems to stretch as the ambush and following fight ( — )
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replay in her mind in jagged fragments, adrenaline ebbing away. a gasp of air escapes her, dissolving into a torrent of bubbles, and she convulses, fighting to stay awake against the dark clouding her vision. ( — )
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i thought that’s how it goes. you think something, sometimes you say it. the other person listens. something, something, tennis ball analogy.
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