“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲
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“ 𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲
@HauntedOre
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠso you feel entitled to a sense of control, and make decisions that you think are your own. you are a stranger here, why have you come?

“ been there. ” he stood, bones creaking and groaning as he stretched his spine. “ c'mon, let's get you all tucked in. ” his arm wrapped around her waist, hand settling on her hip.

he took a long breath, flipping closed his journal and tossing the biro on the table. “ what're you still doing up? ”

the past didn't find him in his dreams anymore. it found him in the quiet wakeful hours when the only monster left to fight was himself.

secret is safe with me! [ most of her life was shrouded in secrets ] yup, sophomore now! [ iris grinned, sam was the only one who enforced school on her really. ] bet sneaking around makes you feel young again, huh?

over the whole clean-shaven thing, huh? noted.

twice as handsome too, right?

right. me either. [ s n o r t ]

missed you grams! [ iris flung herself forward, into the womans arms ]

a little under 5'2, so not too much of a difference! heh.

some nights i feel so close to figuring it out ; so close to some epiphany that will make all this suffering make sense .


john didn't say anything about her search, simply stating 𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒕 in a bid to make her feel better. his attention went back to the skillet, cracking a couple of eggs into the hot iron, prepping two plates while they sizzled away. —


