jules ౨ৎ

I no longer see you as I used to. and that is your defeat

obviously.

you can't define yourself by the parts that are broken.

( tired eyes flutter shut under the safety of the blondes touch. a touch she'd yearned for since high school.) me begging you to leave behind your safety net for me isn't showing you how much i want you? ( she forces her eyes open —

𝑡here was about her a 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 that f͟l͟a͟s͟h͟e͟d͟ in her eyes. 𝑠he was spoiled 𖬺𖬺. 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𖬺𖬺. e͟a͟s͟i͟l͟y͟ 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝑠he was either 𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑦 excited or c͟o͟o͟l͟ 𖬺𖬺. 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅.

ᅠᅠᅠwhenᅠᅠ𝒕hatᅠᅠlightᅠᅠhitsᅠᅠthe ᅠᅠ𝘴𝘬𝘺ᅠᅠ◞ ᅠᅠitsᅠᅠnotᅠᅠju͟s͟tᅠᅠaᅠᅠcallᅠᅠ————it'sᅠᅠaᅠᅠ𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 °

the spotlight feels colder these days.

⠀ ⠀ 𝓢tranger than you 𝙙͟𝙧͟𝙚͟𝙖͟𝙢͟𝙩͟ it . can you even 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 .ᐣ ⠀

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ .✦ ݁˖ ⠀ 𝑶𝑵𝑬 ⠀ 𝐖𝙸𝚂𝙷 ⠀ .͟.͟ ┈┈ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 .ᐟ 🕊️ 𝓲’m 𝓨𝗼𝘂𝗿 ⭑ 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𓂃 ⸝⸝ ⋆ ⠀ 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 . . . ⸝⸝ 𓍼 ₊˚ෆ 𝐋𖦹𝐕𝐄 ⠀ 𝐌𝐄.⠀⠀ 𓆪 ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ i never realized how nurturing you were until now, it’s sweet .̲ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

( she didn't answer, but instead let her remaining presence speak for itself. lips press together, jaw clenched when her eyes follow the shaky hand as it raises ) i'm not putting you in any position. ( she finally says, carefully —

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˗ˏˋ ⠀; —— † . . . . . . ⠀⠀𝕹𝘰𝘯𝘦 ⠀𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 ⠀𝑒̲𝑣̲𝑒̲𝑟̲ ⠀𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 ⠀ 𝑀𝐸⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀. . . . . . 𝑡̲ℎ̲𝑒̲ 𝑚̲𝑜̲𝑠̲𝑡̲ 𝑑̲𝑎̲𝑛̲𝑔̲𝑒̲𝑟̲𝑜̲𝑢̲𝑠̲ ⠀⠀𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 ⠀𝘪𝘯 ⠀⠀𝘵𝘩𝘦 ⠀⠀ｗｏｒｌｄ⠀. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

am i hard to love? am i cold to touch? am i? am i? am i? is there a fault in my core? did i do something wrong?

She let's out a huff as they leaned against the wall more "Nahhh I'm good.. need coffee.. " They mumbled again raise a brow slightly "What are you doing?"

( she doesn't see the hand curl into a fist, but she takes notice of the now hurried strokes ) and that's what, fulfilling to you, jules? being kept in a toy box like a doll until he decides to open it again? ( rue lifts herself —