as per request , a zippo too was produced from somewhere on his being. the few seconds taken to coax out the flame and light both smokes was apparently all the time veronica needed to put the thoughts that had clearly been plaguing her into one cohesive question yet all her effort and perceived vexation prompts is incredulity to blossom in a mind that can’t possibly empathize with her own. they did the world a favor and on some level , veronica had to see that because although her words said one thing , her actions belied a different truth. she continually supported him , LOVED him , even willingly aided him in creating the wreckage that was once westerberg high school and while the loss of innocent life was regrettable ( he supposes ) it was just as necessary. for all that the world condemned train wrecks it likewise fixated on them. a catastrophe of that scale would be doted upon for weeks , months even. the message delivered amidst a sea of death would receive the attention it was due even as it would otherwise be forgotten , briefly anchored to feigned compassion but ultimately doomed to the ocean floor ; lost and ignored along with countless other sunken treasures. it wasn’t jd’s fault that society was captivated by extremities.
the familiarity of this routine pricks at his subconscious. veronica’s desperate search for validation when irreversible acts have already been committed is a consistency jd could do without but will play his part all the same / will take the time to bridge the gap suddenly separating a guilty conscience from his own untroubled mind with self - assured , honeyed words until the tension settles and she’s once again swayed to his side. ❛ no good deed , darling … ❜ his words , projected with the same careless indifference that dictated his actions , were muffled by the cigarette between his lips. hands momentarily occupied with returning the lighter from where it’d been retrieved and only once the task had been accomplished , hands are freed and a slow drag of nicotine is inhaled , does he continue. ❛ come on , it’s not like you were gonna waste your life in ohio anyway. ❜
frozen solid or thawed , the blackened remnants of his heart would never hold much warmth for anyone except her. that beautiful , naive seventeen year old who had shown him that someone could split him open and still choose to love the mangled mess inside and jd unconsciously clung to that ——— to HER and for that very reason , would continue to latch on no matter how much convincing she might need to finally accept that her true feelings were an echo of his own.
a voice as beautiful as hymns echoed like sonnets through a broken acquisition; had it not been for that callous BOY ultimately issuing HEATHER C a sentence of corruption, hell would have undoubtedly frozen over, starting with veronica’s dignity promptly being mounted as some UNJUST trophy, whose purpose was to be prodded by extraneous spectators who briefly got to play a role that alternated from victim to offender, while her dignity was extradited on a count of ostracization. sure, what was left of an impressionable morale had been deemed incomprehensible, but somehow it became influenced to conclude that no one was out anything ——— CASE CLOSED! a heart that once beat for equality now bled for passion ( excruciating to contact, tedious to perception ) and each negotiation that followed suit. spanning an extensive lung capacity were the relentless toxins released through chemicals lured from a cigarette currently suspended amidst parted lips, now relocated to rest between interminably long fingers as the burning bud hovered above the alabaster skin of her boyfriend’s hand, an act taken up by veronica with intentions meant to excite. just as quickly as her hand lowered had it been dismantled again, stick now lodged between lips that were bloodied and chapped.
hitched was the last breath taken, trembling once discharged, bringing veronica back to westerberg before the structure was blown to infinite fragments ——— those now residing in combustible ash knew nothing of the brewing storm as it consumed them, and perhaps it was best that explicit confliction would live on only through the BONNIE AND CLYDE pantomimists’ anamnesis. an accessible contentment is found in jd, for only he could manipulate veronica in a manner that resembled love. only after a swift movement encouraged a hand to take hold of the beau’s arm, in what was meant to be a submissive facet, did the self-proclaimed HEROINE speak. ❛ GOD! you know you’re right. ❜ hesitation was veronica’s fleeting ally, which she used to prepare an advance while false assurance resided in a lifeless core, presently depicted as a raging flame of desire. ❛ want me to attest that? ❜
what persevered through the confined barricades of such a fractious dyad was the understanding that neither individual could prevail without the other, and it was that clear analysis that brought veronica to put jd’s life before those of her fellow pupils ( who wouldn’t have known the difference REGARDLESS of what had been carried out ). and another appropriated pull from the cigarette before it made contact with the dashboard. ❛ so this must be the part that you carry me over the threshold in one of many extravagant suites to ensure your love for me. ❜ with bold-faced banter lilting a softened tone, discerning whether veronica had been teasing or not may become an overly ambitious burden.
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