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sacrifice is just a pretty name for losing.

☽ ⸺ literally me rn. retweet. except i’m at the party. help

what did i even do? we were having a conversation and you just took us back years. it’s cruel. it’s different when i know i’m wrong, but here? just let me understand so i don’t think about it all day. ( he asked, taking a step back and moving his hands to his sides. )

“I'm good at chess, just so you know.”

…lorna. ( hands on his hips with clear worry on his features and the slightest frown. he didn’t want to be miserable all day. so he got daring and opted to try and talk. with the sorriest look in the world. )

…when you say it like that— i’m just going to take myself out of this before i dig my hole further, alright? because clearly nothing good can come from this conversation.

that’s your takeaway? focusing on something /years/ ago? as if we haven’t changed at all. you have quite the memory, lorna. really. or something.

That won't be necessary.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀get a couple bottles ⠀⠀

independence to a fault? some is healthy, but i’m talking where it almost becomes a vice. we’re not islands, and i want to be someone you can depend on. at least when you need it.

ᅠ( good for him. now gambit ᅠwill put the bingo tricks into ᅠpractice much more clearly ᅠthan before, on purpose. )

“Have you ever played chess, Lorna? I hope to play with you someday.”