[heartresound-blog]

       ARE  WE  THE  HUNTERS   OR   ARE  WE  THE  PREY?           THERE’S  NO  SURRENDER   AND   THERE’S  NO  ESCAPE.             /         liyah  kom  trikru  developed  &  adored  by  ap.

[katesrph-blog]

Red Starter Sentences [Release the Panic Edition]

"I don’t mean to alarm you."

"It overtakes you."

"You’re going to lose it all."

"Let your panic out."

"You’re trapped in the countdown."

"Don’t you know you’re done for?"

"You can feel it, but you’re ignoring."

"You think you’re thriving? You’re decaying."

"You pretend you say what you feel."

"I see right through you."

"Any flaw will expose your weakness."

"You pretend you’re something special."

"I’m immune to your fantasy."

"I won’t become you."

"You want a perfect life."

"I know you hate me."

"I never meant to make you feel this way."

"I feel so betrayed."

"I can feel your madness now."

"It’s what I burn for."

"I would die for you."

"Someone please tell me what I’m supposed to do."

“‘Cause you hate me, but I love you.”

"The damage is done."

"I can’t escape, can’t run."

"Can’t undo what I’ve done."

"All I do is damage."

"It’s destroying me."

"I’m a catastrophe."

"I am covered in shame."

"There’s no one to blame."

"We’re both sick souls with the same disease."

"I’m all alone."

"Fall asleep to dreams of home."

"I see fire in the sky."

"The life I had is gone."

"Hold me now till the fear is leaving."

"I’m barely breathing."

"Am I alive or just a ghost?"

"Tell me why you drown me with your silence."

"How long will I hold on?"

"Why can’t you let it go?"

"Tell me why I’m always craving violence."

"I’m done with this."

"I’m right here with you."

"I couldn’t be more close."

"I listen to the words you’re saying."

"Remember when you found me drowning?"

It’s killing me with every breath.”

"You alone can take away the pain."

"The door is open."

"Please come save me."

[abravelittlehobbit]

Send me ❛ brush ❜ for my character's reaction to your character running their fingers through my character's hair.

[rp-meme-storage]

bonus if you add description!

[greene-rph]

Amo Album Sentence Starters

I APOLOGIZE IF YOU FEEL SOMETHING.

i saw you staring out of your own abyss again

don’t be afraid to be scared

i apologise if you feel something

MANTRA.

do you wanna start a cult with me?

I need a purpose

before the truth will set you free it’ll piss you off

could I have your attention, please?

what were you thinking?

i know this doesn’t make a lot of sense

all I’m asking for’s a little bit of faith

NIHILIST BLUES.

you were in my dream last night

too afraid to taste your conscience

I’m terrified I can’t get out

please, don’t follow

IN THE DARK.

I’ve done it again

I know I’m getting warm ‘cause I feel so cold

I’m looking on the bright side now

none of this is real

I think we need to talk like now

jesus christ, you’re so damn cold

don’t you know you’ve lost control?

forget about the things you think I know

no secrets, you can’t keep me in the dark

guess my fairy tale has a few plot holes

I’m not looking for salvation

WONDERFUL LIFE.

I read a fun fact about the brain and how it starts to deteriorate when we get to 27 or thereabouts

you can’t sit there unless you’re righteous

I feel all numb now, is that a feeling?

nobody cares if I’m dead or alive

debbie downer, what’s your problem?

it’s all gone wrong!

one day this might hurt me less

everybody knows I’m still down

OUCH.

I always knew this was gonna end in tears

I know I said you could drag me through hell

I hoped you wouldn’t fuck the devil

MEDICINE.

some people are a lot like clouds, you know 'cause life’s so much brighter when they go

but I never dished the dirt, just held my breath while you dragged me through the mud

I don’t know why I tried to save you 'cause I can’t save you from yourself

all you give a shit about is everybody else

why don’t you deal with it?

I think it’s time to stop

watch me take the wheel like you, not feel like you, act like nothing’s real like you

I’m sorry for this

it might sting a bit

but you won’t admit

why don’t you get a grip?

you can’t keep going on and on and on and on like this

you need a taste of your own medicine

SUGAR, HONEY, ICE AND TEA.

I think we’re too close for comfort

I’m sorry, it’s over

I don’t know if I can figure it out

don’t move a muscle

the situation is in control

who the hell died and made you the king?

WHY YOU GOTTA KICK ME WHEN I’M DOWN?

ain’t you got some place to be?

was hoping the suspense would kill you

come on and give me your expert opinion

what the fuck have I done?

they said ‘we just want your blood’.

so come on and take a shot

don’t let the fact that you know nothing stop you talking now

why you gotta kick me when I’m down?

why you tryna put me in the ground?

it’s all in good fun

don’t say it’s coming from love

what doesn’t kill me, well, it better run like hell

you better run like hell

remember this line that you crossed

there’s no turning back now

oh god, what the fuck have you done?

FRESH BRUISES.

don’t you try to fuck with me

don’t you hide your love

MOTHER TONGUE.

I didn’t see it coming

I never really had much faith

I’ll never forget

it’s hard to explain

I feel you’re lonely

no amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this

I’m in trouble

HEAVY METAL.

I woke up in a warehouse

just minding my own meltdown

it’s now or never

you wanna live forever?

you know what we want, you should give it to us

it’s now or never, but there’s no pressure

I’m afraid you don’t love me anymore

all I wanna know, do you love me anymore?

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY.

I’ll see you at the gates when it gets dark

I don’t know what to say

wish I told you this before it got too dark

where do you start when you know it has to end?

I can die, but I can’t break

you can rule, I won’t obey

[vaememes]

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

[decentjock]

soulsetonfire‌:

                      ‘ REALLY? bryce and i … we were going to get some drinks and party back at his house.” lily still had that puppy dog look in her eye. she was INNOCENT, naive and enamored by the COOL POPULAR JOCK that bryce walker was, king of high school. she was just a LITTLE SOPHOMORE and so she very much was flattered and lit up by the attention. “just because i’m RELATED to clay doesn’t mean i don’t know how to party. in case you haven’t noticed, we’re VERY different people.” she smiled brightly, taking a sip of her drink. 

hell  no.         jeff  liked  bryce      ;      they  were  friends,        no  matter  how  distantly  it  was  now  than  when  they  were  kids.        they  even  played  on  the  same  team.          but  that  didn’t  mean  he  trusted  the  other       -      especially  with  his  best  friend’s  little  sister.           the  locker - room  talk  that  bryce  participated  in  was  enough  for  jeff  to  be  adamantly  against  lily  going  to  his  house,         likely  alone.      “nuh - uh.          nope.      only  me         -        or  i’ll  just  call  clay  now  to  come  get  you.”            he’d  stick  to  his  guns  on  this  one.      no  way  was  jeff  going  to  let  her  leave  with  bryce.

[decentjock]

he  doesn’t  want  to  talk  about  it        ;        not  to  anyone,         let  alone  this  boy  who  was  preoccupied  with  his  own  problems.         jeff  doesn’t  know  when  he  became  so  bitter       -      so  unimpressed  by  the  world  around  him  when  he  used  to  see  beauty  everywhere  he  looked.           maybe  it  started  when  he  opened  his  eyes  after  the  accident        -       or  maybe  it  followed  the  increase  of  consequences  that  never  seemed  to  end.            he  doesn’t  know         -       doesn’t  care.            he  just  feels  incredibly  unlucky.          maybe  it  would  have  been  better  if  he  hadn’t  woken  from  that  coma,          after  all.

he  considers  ignoring  at  inquiry,          scribbling  incoherently  on  the  assignment  he  was  attempting  to  make  up  during  one  of  his  many  absences.         he  doesn’t  know  if  it’s  from  the  initial  accident  or  one  of  the  several  therapy  appointments  he’s  been  required  to  attend,        but  it  doesn’t  really  matter.        he  doesn’t  understand  the  subject  anyway,           just  going  through  the  motions  to  finish  and  get  rid  of  the  misery  that  cloaked  him  as  it  does  now.

finally,         his  writing  pauses  and  he  lifts  his  gaze  from  the  blurring  letters  to  the  blond  on  the  other  side  of  the  room  likely  expecting  a  response.         he  wants  to  ask  him  what  he  cares  for      ;    doesn’t  he  have  better  things  to  think  about  than  the  broken,      washed  up  baseball  star?        but  the  words  can’t  quite  tumble  from  his  tongue  despite  the  anger  he  feels.         he’s  not  angry  at  alex      ;    not  really.          it  isn’t  like  alex  created  the  situation  he  was  in.          no,         jeff’s  demise  was  self - inflicted.        just  because  he  was  hurting  didn’t  mean  he  wanted  to  hurt  alex      -     or  anyone  else     -    with  the  evil  demon  that  has  clutched  onto  his  heart  and  whispered  cruel  words  into  his  ears.

he  releases  a  sigh  that  slumps  his  shoulders,        head  dipping  to  rest  against  the  open  book  in  front  of  him  as  his  eyes  close  for  a  moment.           he  just  needs  to  breathe     ;     needs  to  combat  the  darkness  that  filled  his  lungs  and  tainted  his  soul.        but  the  war  is  hard  when  you’re  fighting  it  alone   -   and  still  he  does  not  wish  to  share  it.       he  could  see  similar  demons  sprouting  within  alex  even  if  jeff  didn’t  comment  on  them       ;      they  were  there,        weighing  down  his  limbs  and  sucking  out  every  sweet  thought  alex  could  possibly  have.         it  was  like  an  epidemic.          everyone  fought  misery  in  this  town  in  one  way  or  another          -         and  no  one  ever  said  anything  until  it  was  too  late.

“let’s....not  get  into  this,”       he  suggests  quietly,       hoping  it  is  enough  to  close  the  conversation  and  allow  him  to  avoid  it.           if  jeff  wanted  to  talk  about  how  he  was  feeling,         he’d  schedule  another  therapy  appointment,           but  he  doesn’t.           he  just  wants  to  forget  about  the  agony  that  latched  onto  his  ankles  like  a  shadow        -      forget  that  nothing  was  like  it  should  be.          if  he  didn’t  acknowledge  it,            maybe  it  would  stop  being  so  painful.

❛ How long do you think you can keep this act up? ❜  @guiltlisted

[decentjock]

webscreated‌:

smiling awkwardly. he was just more than happy he got out of the fact he didn’t have to tell his father what happened. he moved to now fingergun towards him with a wink. “yeah i been..doing this gymnast thing since i was…born?” he blinked rapidly furrowing his eyebrows together. “Five, i was five. but sure feels like forever, ya know..?” 

jeff  hangs  on  every  word,       ignoring  the  clear  discourse  between  the  other’s  thoughts       ;      he  has  experience  with  people  who  aren’t  exactly  socially  sound,         so  it  does  not  raise  suspicion  from  the  jock  by  the  hiccup  the  explanation  has.         instead,      he  nods  his  head  in  clear  understanding.          “i  get  it.    my  dad  taught  me  baseball  when  i  was  four.       that’s  basically  my  earliest  memory.       yours  is  gymnastics,     huh?”     

[decentjock]

webscreated‌:

now that, now that comment is what really saved his entire ass. he dropped to the floor easily onto his feet, as laughter fell out of his lips. he brought his hand to his mouth wiping at it nodding his head. “bro..” he trailed off staring at him. “..you got me..” he pointed at him. he leaned against the wall now mainly, he swear he felt his own heart beating out of his chest. “i am..a gymnast..don’t tell anyone.” he cleared his throat. “it’s my…guilty…pleasure…?” 

“keep  that  a  secret?”       he  questions  in  disbelief,        shaking  his  head  simultaneously.         understandably,       jeff  thought  it  was  cool     ;    how  many  people  could  say  they  had  the  ability  to  go  up  the  wall  like  gus  had  done?         very  few      -     if  any  at  all      -     which  made  it  even  more  impressive.      “listen,        dude,         of  course  i  won’t  tell  anyone  since  you  don’t  want  me  to,           but  damn!         that’s  fucking  awesome.”         jeff  was  almost  jealous      -     all  he  could  do  is  hit  a  few  home  runs  and  bounce  those  plastic  ping - pong  balls  into  cups  of  beer.

[decentjock]

i’ve  said  it  before  and  i’ll  say  it  ten  million  more  times,       but  no  one  can  convince  me  that  jeff  knew  about  the  situation  with  the  clubhouse.      yes,         he  wants  to  look  out  for  his  boys,        but  this  does  NOT  mean  he  condones  violence    -    sexual  or  simply  physical    -    and  would  not  cover  for  someone  who  is  being  accused  of  such  actions  regardless  of  how  close  they  are.        there  are  lines  that  jeff  will  never  cross  and  allowing  /  turning  a  blind  eye  to  assaults  of  these  kinds  is  definitely  past  it.         in  fact,     he  would  be  incredibly  DISAPPOINTED  to  learn  that  people  he  considers  friends  would  be  involved  in  such  acts       -       especially  his  team,          who  is  like  a  second  family  to  him.

[webscreated-blog]

so he was suppose to be keeping his powers hidden when he was in public, he was with his friend currently having a rather deep conversation. “no, dude.” he shook his head waving his hand while he continued to walk, what he didn’t realize was his fatal mistake. he began to walk right up the side of the wall. “that’s not what-” it wasn’t until he realized TOO late what he had done. 

he turned his head staring towards the other person pursing his lips together. “fuck.”

[decentjock]

it  starts  as  a  normal  conversation,            some  pressing  topic  that  held  no  real  importance  to  the  rest  of  the  world  but  ate  away  at  the  conscious  mind  of  the  jock.         his  hands  stuff  into  his  letterman  jacket,      distracted  by  the  voice  of  the  other  as  his  gaze  flicks  to  his  company.           his  feet  still  at  the  sight,      mouth  dropping  open  slightly  in  blissful  ignorance.             the  pause  doesn’t  last  long  at  all.

“dude,         you  never  told  me  you  were  a  gymnast!”

[decentjock]

is  it  inappropriate  to  laugh?         jeff  doesn’t  want  it  to  seem  malicious     ;    as  if  he  is  mocking  the  other  for  such  common  sense.            a  chuckle  escapes  the  prison  of  his  lips  anyway,          gaze  shining  with  a  respect  he  held  for  few  other  jocks.        justin  was  one  of  the  good  ones  no  matter  what  others  tried  to  say  about  him         -         jeff  believed  it  regardless.          “no,       it  doesn’t,”       he  agrees  in  compliance,     smacking  his  hand  against  justin’s  shoulder,          squeezing  it  in  a  comforting  gesture.        “it  doesn’t  always  mean  things  are  bad  though,         man.           sometimes  things  have  to  end  so  you  get  something  better.”

”Nothing lasts forever.”    @buriedguilt

[decentjock]

he  should  not  be  there     ;     not  at  all.           jeff  atkins  had  gone  down  with  a  bang       -       cascade  of  glistening  glass  reflecting  the  streetlight  and  the  stench  of  cheap  beer.           one  second,        he  is  a  normal  teenager  attending  some  stupid  weekend  party  and  the  next  he  was  nothing.             he  could  scream  for  hours,            beg  to  be  seen,          but  his  presence  was  unheard.              the  limbo  between  life  and  death  was  his  personal  hell           -          and  he  felt  like  he  deserved  it.

watching  his  own  funeral  had  been  agonizing        ;       something  that  doused  his  spirit  in  flames  of  bitter  loneliness  and  regret.             what  was  he  thinking?           he  should  not  have  gotten  behind  that  wheel.     he  knew  better  than  that,            but  he  did  it  anyway.            now  what?          he  ached  in  ways  he  never  did  before,          phantom  pain  for  a  phantom  boy.              there  was  no  relieving  the  torture  he  was  forced  to  endure         -        the  overwhelming  desire  to  comfort  his  grieving  parents,         his  mourning  friends.    jeff  was  nothing  but  useless  now.

yet  here  he  was,              crouched  beside  bryce  walker’s  pool  and  staring  into  the  abysmal  water  that  had  swallowed  alex  standall  whole.            helplessness  makes  him  feel  like  he  is  suffocating  even  though  he  doesn’t  breathe  anymore           -          all  he  wants  to  do  is  drag  the  blond  from  the  grasp  of  the  liquid  and  scold  him  for  the  recklessness.           but  he  can  do  nothing,           lacking  a  physical  ability  necessary  to  do  anything.            lips  twist  in  sourness,           breath  he  doesn’t  need  to  release  escaping  when  alex  finally  comes  up  for  air.             jeff  has  been  watching  for  weeks,             a  quiet  observer  to  the  turmoil  and  anguish  alex  drowned  in.

“you  shouldn’t  do  that,”        he  utters  gruffly,          rolling  back  on  his  heels  to  rest  his  elbows  against  his  knees       ;      body  adorned  in  the  same  clothes  he  died  in.              jeff  lectures  despite  not  expecting  a  reply,            sure  he  is  condemned  to  an  eternity  of  being  alone  and  hopeless.            “you  could  get  hurt.”

the one where your soulmate’s ghost haunts you when they die @guiltlisted

[decentjock]

a  smile  is  quick  to  rise  on  his  lips,          heart  inflated  by  the  warmth  of  jeremy’s  statement.            jeff  can’t  say  he  feels  differently           ;          after  all,             it  doesn’t  take  a  rocket  scientist  to  know  how  incredibly  clingy  the  jock  can  be.             his  hands  wrap  gently  around  the  other  boy’s  biceps,       moving  him  backward  to  fall  onto  the  cushion  of  the  couch.               jeff  catches  himself  before  his  weight  can  land  fully  on  jeremy,              making  him  hover  over  the  other’s  form.            his  head  dips  forward  to  land  a  kiss  against  jeremy’s  lips,           raising  his  eyebrows  in  amusement.           “well,         i’m  here  now.”

‘ i can’t help but feel something is missing when you’re gone. ’   @stonedgilbert

[decentjock]

it  has  been  bittersweet  since  the  accident.             everything  he  was  had  been  snatched  away  and  replaced  with  something  darker  and  monstrous.             the  beast  in  his  bones  begged  to  scream  and  tear  down  everything  with  its  claws.           instead,         his  teeth  bare  in  a  grin  that  doesn't  quite  meet  his  eyes         -        not  that  many  have  noticed.       "you're  overthinking  it,            dude.            i'm  fine."          changing,      perhaps,        but  that's  what  you  did  when  a  light  bulb  went  out:            you  change  it.           jeff  would  glow  once  again       ;         he  just  needed  to  change  first.

❛  The light inside you died. ❜ @streetslived

[decentjock]

no,              he's  not,            but  his  lips  seal  in  the  familiar  grin  that  had  returned  from  her  question.                moments  before,         he  was  unfocused       -      aching  head  swimming  with  the  squeal of  tires  and  sickening  crash  of  breaking  glass.               it  must  have  been  a  nightmare.            at  least,           that's  what  he's  been  telling  himself.          it  was  too  real       -      too  familiar     -      and  yet  here  he  was,           standing  tall  in  the  hallway  in  perfect  health.              his  head  bobs  in  an  enthusiastic  nod  that  rattles  his  brain  and  makes  him  dizzy,           but  he  ignores  it  for  the  sake  of  comforting  her.         "of  course         -        i'd  remember  if  something  did,          wouldn't  i?"

“Are you sure nothing happened?” @witchexie 

[decentjock]

the  storm  barred  inside  his  bones  twists  and  shakes  his  core,               threatening  to  knock  him  down.             jeff  has  been  desperately  clinging  to  the  ledge,          avoiding  the  descent  into  murky  darkness  that  nips  at  his  ankles,              but  his  arms  are  tired  and  his  soul  weighing  him  down.            he  was  suffering  by  no  fault  but  his  own  and  he  knows  it          -         is  painfully  aware  of  it  with  each  passing  second.             maybe  he  really  is  an  idiot       ;      hoping  to  change  what  had  been  done.             he  was  no  miracle  worker  and  he  couldn't  alter  time,             which  meant  he  was  helpless.           he  had  to  live  with  the  repercussions  of  his  mistakes           -         a  fact  he  still  hadn't  accepted.

"i'm  trying   -   "    he  begins,           strained  and  breaking  with  agony  he  wanted  to  squash  like  the  pest  it  was.          "i'm  trying  not  to,       okay?"        irritation  festers  and  shakes  his  insides,               but  he  forces  himself  to  take  a  breath  and  hold  it  for  a  beat  in  a  desperate  attempt  to  soothe  his  aching  heart.              pitifully,          his  arms  wrap  around  alex's  torso,          chin  tucking  against  his  shoulder           -         a  silent  plea  for  comfort  jeff  couldn't  bring  himself  to  ask  for  because  he  didn't  think  he  deserved  it.

‘  why are you beating yourself up over things you can’t control? breathe.  ’ @guiltlisted