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miki ( she / her ) . 26 yrs old . semi private & selective , tumblr dash exclusive . currently with low & sporadic activity . dni if writer and / or muses are under 21 yrs old , or mun writes t*boo themes .
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SEMI HIATUS UNTIL AFTER APRIL <3
"don't you get it ? this could never work between us." the femme shakes her head at the mere thought, though her heart says much different. "you can't keep dropping everything for me when i call . . . i-i know you're seeing someone else." knows she's probably better for him than rhodes can ever be. "i think you should go. before we dosomethingyou end up regretting."
realistically, he knows she's right . two different worlds that were never supposed to collide outside of those warmer months . but here they were , despite it all . ' you called because you knew i'd come . you wanted me to drop everything to be here . there's a reason for that . ' jaw ticks at the mention of the girl waiting for him at home , none the wiser of his current whereabouts . hadn't expected word to travel the distance back to rhodes so quickly . ' we're not talking about her right now . ' he dismisses , unable to bear the inevitable weight of that guilt right now . ' regret's never been a word i've associated with you , rhodes . '
"i think it's exactly what it looks like," she states, tone growing more firm. regardless ofwhateverwas in this bag, dante would never hurt her. it was a fact she was still holding onto, despite every fiber of her being telling her to run. "no," words are harsh, though tears threaten to spill over her cheeks. "don't come any closer. not until you tell me what's going on." voice wavers as she makes her demands, grip on the bag not loosening any time soon. "i don't understand," she laments, "why would you bring a gun into our home ? don't make me ask you again, dante — what the fuck did you do ?"
tense shoulders soften as he raises his palms in surrender , taking several steps back across the bedroom . the distance between them not only growing physically , but also figuratively too . his current approach clearly wasn't working , & he can't blame her . he was acting on his own fears , not accounting for hers . ' someone from work was caught skimming cash from the club . ' he begins , ' you can't steal from guys like this & think you're going to get away with it . they don't take kindly to being made to look a fool . so they made an example out of him , made sure the message was clear across the club so no one else would try the same . ' he pauses for a moment , giving her the chance to register the gravity of what he's saying . ' they asked me to take care of what's in that bag — make it disappear . ' he nods towards it , still firmly in her grasp . ' i'm not the one who pulled the trigger , dani , i swear to you . ' there's no denying the obvious plea in his voice , desperate not to be seen as the monster he feels like .
““We were young,“ she said. “Stupid.“” “Crazy,” he added. “Selfish.” “In love.” “Yeah,” she whispered. “That, too.””
— excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via yourhandwrittenletter)
Sending love to everyone who is just... tired. Life is a lot, and sometimes the answer to it all is to just be still and silent for a while. Give yourself space and grace. Whether it’s decision fatigue, anxiety fatigue, information fatigue, routine fatigue, getting life back together fatigue, career fatigue, social fatigue, financial fatigue, or physical fatigue—take a moment to breathe and recharge. You deserve it.
Look, I’ve been thinking…
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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 : f / nb.
❝ i did what i had to do. can't we just leave it at that ? ❞
nausea's quick to follow the confirmation, can feel it as it travels from her stomach & into her throat . ' no ! that's not what you were supposed to do ! ' head shakes as the burn of tears begins . ' i asked you to talk to them , maybe scare him a little . i never said — you weren't supposed to ki — ' voice trails off , unable to bring herself to say it . fear paralyses her for a moment , consequences streaming through her mind faster than she can process them . what if they track the murder back to him ? back to her ? ' please — . . . please tell me this isn't real . tell me there's a chance he's still alive . '
open to anyone !
“ what is this thing between us exactly ? you keep saying we're friends , but i don't think friends should act or look at each other like that . ”
' i don't know what you're talking about , ' she quips , gaze adverting from his — seeking solace anywhere else . knows all too well the longing looks & racing heartbeats that he's referring to . she shakes her head , ' we shouldn't even be having this conversation . i'm happy with him . '
now that march is finally done and gone , i'm wanting to get back into writing more consistently again ! i still have all of my drafts and have every intention on getting to them , but i think i need some new things to spark my motivation again so i'm going to post some opens and reply to other peoples recent ones too !!
still here and trying my hardest! that's honestly so sexy of me
