Sunlit-Dreamer: fffffffffff I thought I was past this kind of amateur mistake. D: DAMN YOU HANDS
Rewritten Ennui: Mostly as an exercise in how FA:NG would probably work less well if it were the other way around.
Which is not to say this won't come up somehow
Kura: Fun fact, Greg and Mike have pretty much the same build as the other's genderswapped compatriot. BODY TYPE LAZINESS AHOY
teacup: Yeah, I figured I should do something a little different since you gave me leeway to do anything.
I doubt I should make a separate thread for writing. OMNI MODE SHIFT! FORM OF AN EMO!
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He clutched his eyes with his right hand.
It was weird. After everything he and his family had gone through, all that stress and drama and ridicule and loneliness, this was the hammer that broke his heart. Seventeen years of pent-up everything, pouring out at once.
A little, choked laugh came out of his throat.
I loved her, and I let her go.
Was he a bigger man for it? Did it make him happy? She was happy. She had them, and they had her. It was a complete circle, a neat little symbiosis that on some subconscious level, he knew he was unable to enter.
He couldn't even touch the circle he himself had created.
She was an open book. In some sense, that was what he'd admired about her. Whether she laughed or frowned, whether she was angry or ecstatic, she was genuine. She trusted. She was the one person in the world he felt like he could reach.
I let her go, because I'd weigh her down.
He wasn't friendly. He wasn't selfless, or kind, or outgoing, or any of the words a given acquaintance would use to describe him. He didn't even like the people he talked to on a regular basis.
Live and let live, but in the end he was just keeping his bridges unburned. It was more convenient to force a smile and be liked by everyone than it was to break the mask and make enemies. It was safer, the kind of safe no one could really understand until the day it became their lifeline.
That was the tradeoff they'd made, in the end. She'd chosen their circle over him. He'd chosen the world over their circle. That was just the way it was, the way to let everything bounce off him like it didn't even matter.
I let it go.
He walked into the cafeteria and took a seat at the crowded table.
"Hey Dav- whoa, what happened? You look like shit."
He laughed it off. "Yeah, ragweed allergies. You know how it gets."
"So how about those exams?"
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Okay okay here's some art