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#𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑 , , an independant, mutuals-only, selective + extremely low activity roleplay blog for 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 of resident evil/biohazard. as written by ryxon, 21+, they/them & NZST. Heavily analysis & headcanon based & with a focus on indepth exploration, taking inspiration from both games & novelization. all graphics on this blog belong to me. established 23.01.25

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#〘 aesthetic 〙 ⸻ ➥ destroying it is easy. The hard part's doing the right thing.#〘 headcanons 〙 ⸻ ➥ we've been in this fight for so long ; we're getting numb to it #〘 analysis 〙 ⸻ ➥ the nightmare ends here and now #〘 out of character 〙 ⸻ ➥ i never make plans that far ahead #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ why don't you twist it and turn it and cut it like a knife #〘 ask games 〙 ⸻ ➥ who would care if we're unjust #〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ i won't bury another friend #〘 starter 〙 ⸻ ➥ i hope my last breath is a sigh of relief #〘 drabbles 〙 ⸻ ➥ in this world someone always pays #〘 self promo 〙 ⸻ ➥ bruised body broken soul #〘 wishlist 〙 ⸻ ➥ we all have our reasons #〘 answered 〙 ⸻ ➥ you save everyone ; but who saves you?

i promise i'm alive and around i have just been focusing on all my other blogs LOL

#〘 out of character 〙 ⸻ ➥ i never make plans that far ahead

masterlistrpc

RESIDENT EVIL MASTERLIST POST. reblog this post if you have a muse from the resident evil series and want to be added to the masterlist located here. please follow the following format in your tags when reblogging and i will add you to the list.

blog url / canon or original character / muse name ( s ) / single muse or multi muse. ( ex. urlhere / canon character / warrior of light / single muse. )

* if you have a muse from another series or an oc that was not made FOR resident evil but has a resident evil verse, please specify it somewhere in your tags.

i will go through the list monthly ( on the 1st ) and clear any inactive blogs out that haven't posted in two months w/o a hiatus notice. if you change your url, you are welcome to send in an ask to let me know what your old url was, your new url, and the applicable series and sections. thank you !!

#buriedhonor / canon / chris redfield / single muse

superboyandtheinvisiblegirls

Ailani couldn’t decide whether that was supposed to be comforting or not, but it didn’t assuage her fears at all. Why would he let her go free? Why would Jill even want to go with her? Jill had helped her out of her own personal hell, and Ailani had been too blind to repay the favor until it was far too late. She swallowed hard. Trick and test - was there any difference?

"Okay," she rasped. Her voice always had that natural quality to it when she sang, but this was something else entirely.

No, Ailani was taking ragged breaths, and her brown eyes fell. The energy and vigor she'd possessed had been taken away from her and given to those around her, and she had no way of getting it back. Ailani's split lip, greasy hair, blackening eye, and off-center paisley bandana didn't exactly contribute to the image of perfection, and she allowed her eyes to shut for a brief moment. The guitar's comfortable weight dragged her down now, and she didn't seem steady on her feet at all.

"We do. Jus'... jus' tell me what I have to do."

buriedhonor

It devastated Chris to see the woman he'd taken under his wing like this. Beat and bruised, shakily standing on legs threatening to fall from under her, yet still willing to try. For her, for the woman next to her. There's a breath that he takes in, and his gaze flickers to the Fates standing in the shadows — he knows exactly what they will do, and he knows that he cannot interfere.

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ cupsraised #〘 au: hadestown 〙 ⸻ on the road to hell there was a railroad station and a man with feathers on his feet #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ why don't you twist it and turn it and cut it like a knife #〘 queue〙 ⸻ ➥ i won't bury another friend

Chris stood in the doorway of the bar, cloth slung over his shoulder and a glass of water in his hand. The sky heralded change, and not of the good kind - clouds broiled and darkened as they gathered. This happened time after time, and even now, sitting on the front stairs of the building, Ailani's eyes didn't turn to the heavens above.

Something heavy settled in his chest. Things never got better, but he had to try, he had to hope. That was why they told the story, wasn't it? They told it so things would turn out well, so that Jill would return to the land of the living and they would thrive once more, both down below and up above. His steps took him from the doorway down to the poet, taking a seat beside her.

"You know where she is?"

@cupsraised from here

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ @cupsraised #〘 au: hadestown 〙 ⸻ on the road to hell there was a railroad station and a man with feathers on his feet #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ why don't you twist it and turn it and cut it like a knife #〘 queue〙 ⸻ ➥ i won't bury another friend

The bottle of wine had slowly been emptying this entire night, and only by Lani. She'd grown accustomed to the drink, and some part of it devastated Chris to a great degree. He knew there was only tension between the lovers these days, but it hadn't always been that way. The messenger knew that there'd been a time where they'd looked at each other with such adoration, when they'd walked such a long way together and never wanted to leave one another, but that seemed far away now.

Hell, the king didn't even know about the speakeasy they were in now. For all she knew, they disappeared once in a while solely to avoid her presence, and it would stay that way. The shelves were all filled with alcohol Chris had taken inside without approval or knowledge, and it was just as well.

"I'm cutting you off."

Chris leaned his arms against the wooden counter, pushing a glass of water towards her. She could get blackout drunk another night, and she was already well on the way there, but Redfield had some sense of responsibility and this was helping nobody.

"And you can't keep avoiding any of this. Especially her."

@cupsraised from here.

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ @cupsraised #〘 au: hadestown 〙 ⸻ on the road to hell there was a railroad station and a man with feathers on his feet #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ why don't you twist it and turn it and cut it like a knife #〘 queue〙 ⸻ ➥ i won't bury another friend

valiantbuilt

it all began as an ordinary day in september. an ordinary day, in raccoon city - a very selective jill valentine blog. written by brandy. 21+ only. for violent and mature themes.

#〘 promos 〙 ⸻ ➥ a shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak #LOVE the portrayal<3

chrisssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss >B(

"Yeah, that's me."

"Don't get your hopes up too soon."

#〘 answered 〙 ⸻ ➥ you save everyone ; but who saves you?

we are SO BACK

#〘 out of character 〙 ⸻ ➥ i never make plans that far ahead

❝ we’ve accomplished a lot together. and there is more yet to achieve. ❞ / for chris!

ACCOMPLISHED was one way to describe it. They'd been teammates for years, always known to have each other's back no matter the cost, and Chris wouldn't give it up for the world. Sure, they had their disagreements and Valentine was more than happy to let him know about it, but the bottom line was, they'd take bullets for each other if they had to. There was no other mission partner that he'd want assigned to his team, and he was sure the sentiment extended.

❝ yeah. always more. ❞

AGAIN AND AGAIN this horror of a merry-go-round went, his tone is warm though is reminiscent of the horrors they've faced and will continue to face throughout the age. Makes one wonder when — if — it'll ever stop, and both of them easily know the answer to that question. Still, it's what they fight for, and Chris would be damned to hell long before he even entertained the thought of there being no chance to make their mark, to fix everything they can.

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ ➥ valiantbuilt #〘 verse 〙 ⸻ ➥ tba #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ why don't you twist it and turn it and cut it like a knife #remember when you sent this in like Months ago i am so sorry this took so long

〘 catalina cisneros 〙 ⸻ @catalinacisneros

➥ did everyone know but me?

The spy was appraised for several solid seconds before Chris even made the decision to respond. Redfield holds no love towards spies or those who found themselves dug deep in the field of espionage, not when several individuals of the kind already set out to ruin his life more than once, and Catalina is little different. They all played their games, and Chris was done participating.

Unfortunately, Jill had made him leave it alone. Hell, not even that — he was sitting in on some meeting or reunion or whatever they wanted to call it, and he particularly wanted to catch Valentine up on her significant lack of taste whenever he could. A hand rested on his knee as he leaned back in the chair, eyes never leaning her — tension was a difficult thing to unlearn and even harder to let go.

"Yeah. Started figuring it out when Jill took a hell of a long time to detain you. If she wanted you gone, you would be."

#〘 writing partner 〙 ⸻ ➥ catalinacisneros #〘 verse 〙 ⸻ ➥ tba #〘 threads 〙 ⸻ ➥ why don't you twist it and turn it and cut it like a knife

Coming here again to say that my Chris is native. He was originally supposed to be as according to a documentary, and so this Chris follows through with that idea. However, I am not native myself, and as such, will do my best to ensure his portrayal remains as respectful as possible.

#〘 out of character 〙 ⸻ ➥ i never make plans that far ahead

buriedhonor

what are your headcanons about Chris and his amnesia? i love the medical depth you always give your muses

I have a lot of thoughts on this specifically because Capcom doesn't touch on the fact his amnesia was enough to last fucking MONTHS and he didn't even know his own NAME and pretended he was fine afterward with zero longterm issues. like what the fuck was that.

Directly post Edonia , his symptoms were far far worse than they are now, but even this long past it , Chris still tends to have trouble with his memory given the severity of the hits he took during that time .

He tends to have trouble with his short term memory a lot of the time — he'll sometimes forget what he did earlier in the day, he'll sometimes forget how he likes his coffee , addresses, some new names and faces , etc . He has to really try to cement new memories in a lot of the time and sometimes has difficulty with tasks that aren't muscle memory. He can meet someone in the morning and not remember them the following day on occasion , unless he sees them regularly . There are some things he just plainly doesn't remember from a long time ago , and it tended to disorient him heavily , especially in the first while getting used to it. Chris often relies on putting notes on his phone / sticky notes around his house , or his sister and close friends to help him in some occasions where he might not be able to remember everything himself.

#〘 headcanons 〙 ⸻ ➥ we've been in this fight for so long ; we're getting numb to it #reposting

vellicorsources

EVERDAY HEROES — SKILL CHECK STARTERS .

send one of these into my inbox + receive a starter based on the outcome of the appropriate D20 dice roll .

acrobatics .

arts and crafts .

athletics .

computers .

deception .

endurance .

insight .

intimidation .

investigation .

mechanics .

medicine .

natural science .

perception .

performance .

persuasion .

security .

sleight of hand .

social sciences .

stealth .

streetwise .

survival .

vehicles .

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ i won't bury another friend

ohisms

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ i won't bury another friend

notmorbid

all-night pharmacy.

dialogue prompts from all-night pharmacy by ruth madievsky.

you're so alive, it's scary.

being a person doesn't come naturally for me.

what's the deal with this place?

you are my best and my worst friend.

are we horrible people?

i like the idea of having someone to come home to.

i can't tell if you're being cruel or if you're just dumb.

these aren't the decisions of a well-adjusted person.

the less you know about my life, the better.

everyone here is a liar and a cheat.

you deserve to have a life of your own.

a person can't be held responsible for what they don't know.

all relationships are transactional.

no one should have that much power over you.

it isn't too late to come back.

you're uninvited from my birthday party.

i love you, but you're such a cunt.

who do you think you are?

forced intimacy makes me lightheaded.

i know you're in there. let me in.

jesus. why do you have a knife?

what happened last night?

it was less embarrassing to pretend i didn't care.

maybe i'm not the mothering type.

i wish i could carry some of this pain for you.

i need a break from feeling so much all the time.

sometimes i can't tell if i'm asleep or awake.

whatever's going on, we'll figure it out.

i don't know what's wrong with me. i'm scared all the time.

this is the most i can imagine for myself.

if you're not asking yourself 'am i ruining my life?' at least once a day, you're not living at all.

you act like you're over it, but it's okay if you're not.

all my life, i've felt like a dead animal with its skin still on.

it's a virtue to rid yourself of anything that doesn't serve you.

i've never had a day of rest in my life.

i chase after you like a dog, leaving pieces of myself behind, and every time, you act like that's how it's supposed to be.

you don't take me seriously. i'm not a real person to you.

i can't play house anymore.

never say that name in front of me.

to you, other people are always the problem.

you can't reach a mutual understanding without spilling blood.

want to make fifty bucks?

the only way to really see a person is to lose everything you have in common.

you don't think we'll get caught?

our loyalty is to story, not reality.

just don't do anything that could result in a lawsuit or a tmz article, and you're fine.

i don't have the energy to keep up with your antics.

our most beloved delusion was that lying to each other was a kind of love.

speaking our fears aloud won't save us.

one day, the mask slipped. i haven't been able to wear it since.

i try not to think about my life at all.

a junkie can spot another junkie without a flashlight.

your voice reminds me of wool sweaters.

boundaries? i don't know her.

i'm just sick of doing the same goddamn thing every day.

you are obsessed with a projection that will never love you back.

think of me as a spiritually connected friend.

i know liars. you don't strike me as one.

you have iconically poor judgment.

has anyone ever told you about your past lives?

you're capable of tolerating a lot. frankly, more than you should.

friendship can be a slow burn. you don't have to consume it like a drink at last call.

i'll give you a clue. i work for myself.

you make me want to feel things again.

criticism is still a cousin of attention.

you don't have to pretend to like something just because i made it.

i know you crave being told what to do.

you don't have to settle for being a person things happen to.

you have desires. act on them.

bitch, does this look like an intro to philosophy seminar?

i thought i had quit you.

my favorite. how did you know?

i feel like my organs are cannibalizing each other.

how did i get here? that's not a rhetorical question. i'm actually asking.

i can't tell if i believe it, or if i'm making excuses for myself.

sometimes i wonder if it's healthy how much meaning you see in things.

you're always waiting for the universe to hurt you or to love you. usually in that order.

that's how it was in my family. reading the room was a survival skill.

where will all the animals go in the rapture?

a bunch of fuckups under one roof doesn't constitute a family.

my little saint.

time passes more slowly as a sober person.

you'd better not pull away from me now.

there's a russian proverb that goes, 'so much is ruined by saying it aloud'.

you wear your emotions like a name tag.

your resting face frightens me.

how are you both the most innocent and the most experienced person i've ever met?

i need you to just be here with me.

our dead deserve to see you happy.

i like the idea of being marked by you.

i don't know what i saw, but it was more than i wanted.

i know what i saw.

i can't tell which of the memories are real, if any.

i can't believe you're mine.

nobody warned me how terrifying it is to get what you want.

you're cute when you're freaked out.

sex is supposed to be unsettling.

there are things i need to atone for.

you can't go back like it's nothing.

i won't live in service of my dead's vision for me.

___ was a real person. a murder isn't a metaphor.

count five things you can see. four things you can touch. three things you can hear. two things you can smell. one thing you can taste.

banish one god, and you'll end up worshiping another.

i want to be with you, but i don't want to keep feeling like this.

you know everything about me, but you won't let me know you.

you aren't someone i can keep at a distance.

i've been reading about intergenerational curses.

resisting something isn't the same as not wanting it.

anything you say stays between us.

i can't decide if i like you.

most people only possess a third of the empathy they think they have.

will it get easier?

hope is a tricky thing: losing it is bad, but so is having too much.

i don't want the future to come. i have a bad feeling about it.

in cartoons, you don't start falling until you look down.

why are you here? where have you been?

how did you know i'd come looking for you?

you never asked what i was going through. you didn't want to know.

i didn't have the language for what was happening to me.

you were supposed to protect me.

there's a lot i don't remember. a lot i don't want to remember.

i wouldn't have looked for me, either.

we belong to ourselves now.

you know where i am, and i know where you are. maybe that's enough.

when i'm down, vigilante justice makes me feel better.

survival is provisional.

#〘 prompts 〙 ⸻ ➥ i won't bury another friend

notmorbid

one little spark.

dialogue prompts from one little spark by ellie banks.

you little asshole.

everything is annoying today. everything.

i've always liked a little scorched earth.

i've never seen the point of going out with quiet dignity and grace.

you like problems.

whatever i do, i do right.

a combination of age and life have left me absolutely fuckless.

you don't need me to take care of you.

has anyone ever told you that you catch more flies with honey than vinegar?

being single is so damned weird.

i'm fond of crashing through caution tape.

if he doesn't take care of you, i'll hunt him down and kill him.

starting small is not in my wheelhouse.

you never seem afraid of being wrong.

how did you get here so fast?

always the dangerous choice.

you don't understand what you saw.

you deserve to have some closure.

sometimes i want to burn this place to the ground.

i'm not sure if it's a dream or a memory.

shut out what you can't control, and focus on what you can.

i try not to engage in wishful thinking, but sometimes it's hard.

maybe it's me. maybe it's that 'bad blood' shit.

if i can't trust you, i can't trust anything.

are you taking care of yourself?

what does 'normal' look like right now?

cheating in your head isn't a thing.

i want to figure out how to embrace what i have left.

do i have _____ on my face?

it's okay to feel like you don't know what you're doing. that's normal.

i don't feel like anything about me is very normal.

i keep grudges like other people keep cats.

sometimes you have to take steps forward, even if they're not in the shoes you would have chosen.

i couldn't stand letting you see me struggle.

everyone has secrets.

you weren't a mistake to me.

no one's ever looked at me like that but you.

it's okay to not know what you feel.

i want you to never blame yourself. for anything.

i was a little bitch to you, and i'm sorry.

why do people like uncertain women so much?

if you were happy, you wouldn't be here.

simmer down, kid.

this isn't a happy place for me.

guilt is different from shame.

what's the difference between god and a surgeon? god doesn't think he's a surgeon.

i always end up telling you my secrets.

how do you think that would've gone, you and me?

____ felt like the safe choice.

i know you can't rebuild from ashes, but you can build something new on top of them.

i would have been there for you, if you'd have let me.

did everyone know but me?

i'm married, not dead.

at least i say what needs saying.

it's not actually hard to be nice to you.

i don't have time for feelings. i've got shit to do.

you're kind of an asshole.

if you can't handle a woman scorned, don't scorn one.

life is a lot more complicated than anybody wants to believe.

i felt like a teenager when i saw you.

you're as afraid as i am.

why aren't you angry with me?

i want us to get to know each other again.

it has been a very long time since i've been on a date.

i don't know why anyone would choose to be single.

you fascinate me.

i don't have time to sit around and marinate in subtlety.

you've been kind of a secret fantasy of mine for a while now.

i always knew i was the main character. thank you for supporting my narcissism.

this will never be over, will it?

no matter what, i want to know you.

i'm going to pour wine.

i really like you. i wasn't supposed to.

i'm trying to just enjoy the moment, but i'm bad at it.

i didn't have words for it then.

i thought maybe things would improve with distance.

when did we finish having all our easy conversations?

you've never liked sunrises. you hate getting up early.

you're my girl. you always were.

for once in my life, i wanted to be the one who got picked.

i wanted to make you my enemy, but you aren't, are you?

you aren't innocent, but you aren't evil, either.

i'm never the bigger person. not for the hell of it.

i don't know if i knew anything about my own life.

i'm not sure what i'm remembering and what i'm dreaming.

the truth will come for you, if you don't come for it first.

'should' doesn't fix anything.

was i ever there for you, or did i just torture you?

i remember the first time you held my hand.

in my lowest moment, you kept me safe. from myself, from everything.

i tried not to think about it. i didn't tell anyone.

i'm really not mature enough for this.

timing has never really been my strong suit.

i'm just hormonal. it's making me weird.

i wanted to make sure that you were taken care of.

don't ask questions you don't want the answers to.

i want to be as strong as you are. that's all i want.

i don't see a way forward without you, one way or the other.

you made my life here not hell.

you can be sorry and still forgive yourself.

your conscience isn't my problem.

i'm not one to argue with fate.

you got your character arc, after all. good for you.

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