— 𝓥𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝓥𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍 🖋️

( he nodded, trying to process the words for a few minutes. he drank more water, albeit begrudgingly, but when the judge's words of him being safe fully sunk in, he couldn't really help it. ) ( he /did/ start crying a little, even if he wasn't particularly loud about it. )

( he nods, quiet, hands reaching for the seatbelt to strap himself in. he takes note of the driver; he could only assume that violet made enough to afford a chaufer. ) ( the overwhelming sense of guilt he felt was crushing. )

- mm, yeah, but- you're off th' clock. ( he mumbles so much to try to hide the slur in his voice, accent slipping through much stronger than in normal conversation. ) - n'that doesn't give me the excuse to trouble ya. ( a bit of a clumsy fall into the passenger seat. )

bottle of water with a small thank you, uncapping it and drinking a few gulps. ) - i really don't wanna bother you.

( he's sat on the curb, sniffling and poking at the bruises on his face. he doesn't seem to notice at first, but he eventually lifts his head and spots violet. ) - ah, vio- ( his voice is a little wobbly, bless him. )

📲 : okayy ( LOCATION SENT: it seems to be not too far away from a bar. it looks like juniper wandered off a bit. ) 📲 : i'm srry lettie

📲 : r usure it's rly late 📲 : i shoudlnt have evn msged ui 'm soryy

📲 : ummm 📲 : i don rly rember he clled me smth no t nice 📲 : n ivr had a few drinks so i didnt rlly thin kabt it 📲 : do u thinkmy nose is pboken ( PHOTO SENT: a photo of juniper's face, it's a little bruised, and there's dried blood from his nose. )

but when i die， i want it to hurt. i want to get beaten up. i want to hold on until i'm thrown off and everything ends. until that happens， i want to hope again. and i want it to hurt. because that means it meant something.

there is no shame in my desperation. i would rather rot in your garden than bloom in anyone else's