I FEEL MY SHADOW DISSOLVING

[dopplgaenger]

         * .  ⸙ DOPPLGAENGER follows the story of the original character CAMILLE LAFAYETTE equal parts historian ⅋ oddities shopkeeper, forever caught between catalogued bones and cursed artifacts. fate's been circling her for a while now ... but cami has never been great at following directions. especially not the cosmic kind. — meticulously curated by autumn ❪  27,  she/her, cet ❫, please read the rules BEFORE interacting!

     CARRD. RULES. PROMPTS. DOPPELGÄNGER LORE. VISUALS.

a carefully put together exhibition of unfinished beginnings and misplaced endings, of journals filled with questions and relics that carry too many answers. a study in curiosity as survival, in stubbornness as prayer, in the quiet strength of a girl who refuses to look away. a love letter to rain pooling in cracks between gravestones ⅋  ancient secrets traded in backrooms where the air always tastes of dust.

[zoinkd]

@dopplgaenger asked “Fair warning: Everything in here is either cursed, possibly cursed, or pretending not to be cursed for tax reasons”// always accepting.

shaggy’s brows lifted, interest flickering across his face before caution could snuff it out. he stood inside the doorway with one hand curled around his bag strap, boots planted on old floorboards as his gaze drifted over shelves crowded with bones, cracked porcelain dolls, jars of things he wasn’t too eager to identify, and enough old mirrors to make any sane person reconsider eye contact. “tax reasons,” he repeated, mouth curving into a slow, crooked grin as he looked back to her.

“right. well, see, now i gotta know which one’s committed to the bit.” there was apprehension there, sure - shaggy had spent too many nights being chased through places exactly like this to ignore the cold pinch at the back of his neck - but it was tangled with genuine interest. it was a feeling that had gotten him into trouble more times than he could unfortunately count. his thumb rubbed absently along the strap beneath his hand, calming nerves as he stepped a little farther in, careful not to brush against anything that looked too eager to be touched. “you always greet customers with a liability warning, or do i just look like the type to pick up the haunted candlestick?”

[dopplgaenger]

       CAMILLE LAUGHED, LOW AND WARM, SETTLING BOTH ELBOWS ON THE COUNTER. “ Honestly? You look like exactly the type to pick up a haunted jewelry box, get a good look at it, fumble it, and unleash something very old and very irritable on the both of us ”, she mused, tilting her head to one side as she considered him, “ And I’ll be straight up with you: that is not on the agenda for today. I've got plans tonight. None of them involve apologizing to an ancient entity because a nice man dropped the wrong trinket on my floor”

She meant it more than her easy tone suggested. After all, she'd cleaned up after that exact kind of curiosity before: A customer who couldn't leave a locked thing locked. It had cost her an evening she'd never got back. Most of the warnings Camille gave people were just for show. Some of them weren't, and she'd stopped being able to tell which ones were taken seriously and which were dismissed as charming nonsense a long time ago.

“ Touch what you like, though. I mean that ”, a small shrug, “ Only thing I ask is if something gives you the creeps, or you catch it moving when it's got no business moving, you leave it where it is and come find me ”

Then, because he'd been the one to bring it up: “ And if you’re here for candlesticks … look at the right-hand wall, behind the mirrors, next to the jars of fun. You'll know them when you see them ”

[dopplgaenger]

       * .  ⸙ @piesmake continued from here [ ... ]

       UNLIKE OTHER PEOPLE WHO HAD WALKED IN BEFORE, THIS CUSTOMER DIDN’T FIT IN THE HIDDEN HOLLOW. At all. It was his hands that gave him away first. The moment the taxidermy caught his eye, they retreated into his pockets, as if the rabbits and foxes might take offense at being looked at by the wrong sort of person. People who were put off by the dead animals usually turned around within a minute. This person had pushed through and drifted towards the hum at the back, which told Camille that their curiosity ran deeper than their discomfort. She liked that.

“ Oh, all sorts of different things! ”, she replied, leaning her forearms on the counter, settling in, “ Depends entirely on who walks through the door. You get the tourists, mostly. They come in already certain we keep shrunken heads in the back, because some show or other place promised them we would, and they're a little crushed when I tell them we don't. They want a scare to take home. Something to dare each other to touch. Those ones are easy. They buy a postcard and a jar of something with a spooky label and leave happy ”

She turned a small brass object over in her fingers as she talked, not really looking at it, just something to keep her hands busy. “ Then there's the real business: People looking for herbs for things they won't say out loud. Antique pieces, the older the better. Charms. Tinctures. The occasional very serious person who's certain the cabinet in the corner is haunted and would like to know the price either way ”, a small wry tilt of her mouth, “ And once in a while someone comes in who hasn't the faintest idea what they're looking for. Those tend to be my favorites, if I'm honest. They're usually the ones who actually find something they fall in love with ”

“ So … that’s what everyone else is after. I bet there’s something waiting for you in here too. What pulled you in off the street and in here in the first place? “

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  we  love  angst  on  this  blog,  what  can  we  say.  here’s  some  more  dialogue  prompts  for  you.  a  warning  for  potentially  triggering  themes  below.  )

❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜

❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜

❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜

❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜

❛ the less you know, the better. ❜

❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜

❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜

❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜

❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜

❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜

❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜

❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜

❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜

❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜

❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜

❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜

❛ is this what you think love is? ❜

❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜

❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜

❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜

❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜

❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜

❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜

❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜

❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜

❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜

❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜

❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜

❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜

❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜

❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜

❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜

❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜

❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜

❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜

❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜

❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜

❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜

❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜ 

❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜

❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜

❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜

❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜

[louferrignojrofficial]

ALLIE HAYES OFF CAMPUS 1.02

[dopplgaenger]

       * .  ⸙ @deathbycassette slides a note across the counter [ ... ] ❝ You're bleeding… and you expect me to behave? ❞ 

       CAMILLE HISSED THROUGH HER TEETH AND TURNED HER HAND OVER TO LOOK AT IT. Instant regret. The glass had left a deep cut, deeper than something that stupid should have managed; a clean split across the palm that filled with blood faster than she had liked it to. Then it started to drip.  Down the side of her wrist, off the heel of her hand ... three quick drops on the floorboards before her brain caught up to her body and told her to make a fist.

“ Shit. Fuck! ”, the pressure helped a little but not enough. She could already feel it going slick between her fingers.”

Something was off about Crystal. Camille only caught it from the side, but it was there: the way she'd gone still, the way her attention had dropped to the blood and stayed there, fixed. There wasn't time to wonder about it. She was squeamish, probably. A lot of people seized up at the sight of blood, and the ones who acted toughest were usually the first to go pale. Whatever it was, it would have to wait. Camille had a hand soaking through and a floor she was busy ruining, and no spare attention for anyone's problem but her own.

“ What the fuck do you mean, Crys? ”, she snapped, jamming her palm against her thigh now for some more pressure, “ Look, can you stop looking at me like I'm holding a kilo of something and the cops are at the door, and just get me some bandages? Please. Or a towel. A dish rag, paper, anything that isn't the face you're making ” She lifted the hand an inch off her leg, and it was an ugly sight, welling steady and not slowing.

“ Come on ... a little help, before I find out how much of this I've actually got to spare ”

[dopplgaenger]

       you explore the dashboard and notice someone ...

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[thomaskeen]

🌼 * ― TENSE DIALOGUE PROMPTS. CHANGE PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SEND "REVERSE" TO SWITCH THE ROLES OF SENDER AND RECEIVER.

if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the sentence starters are being sent for .

"Your breath against my neck is the only thing keeping me from losing control right now."

"Don’t look around. Don’t change your expression. Just listen very carefully to what I’m about to tell you."

"I can make you disappear, and the best part? Everyone who loves you will help me look for you."

"You’re acting like you have cards left to play. Look at your hand. Look at me. We both know you're done."

"Take a deep breath. Let it out. Enjoy it, because it’s the last easy thing you’re going to do today."

"I'm not going to ruin your life. I'm just going to stand back and watch you do it yourself."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end this conversation right now.

"Choose your next words like your life depends on them, because they do."

"You think you're the monster in this room?"

"We are well past the point of apologies.

"Now, we're just negotiating the collateral damage."

"I am being incredibly patient with you right now, but you are running out of seconds."

"Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Let's see who haunts who more."

"I didn't lock the door to keep them out. I locked it to keep you in."

"I've been watching you sleep for a week.

"You talk in your sleep, did you know that?

"You keep apologizing to me."

"You can scream if you want to. No one is going to come, but I’d quite like to hear what you sound like when you're desperate."

"Hold still. It hurts a lot less if you don't fight it, and frankly, I'd like to get this over with."

"I’m going to ask you a question. If you lie, I take a finger. If you stay silent, I take two. Let’s begin."

"You’re crying. Why? This is exactly what you chose when you decided to double-cross me."

"Don't bother looking for the keys. I melted them down an hour ago."

"I’m not angry. I’m just calculating exactly how much of you I can take apart before you stop breathing."

"If you make a single sound, I will drive this blade straight through your throat. Do you understand me?"

"Please. Please don't look at me like that. Just do it quickly. Just don't make me beg."

"They're downstairs. They found us. If we don't jump right now, we are going to die in this room."

"Look at my hands. I can't get the blood off. It won't come off. Why won't it come off?"

"Run. Don't look back, don't wait, just run because whatever is coming next will be me."

"Go ahead, call the police. Who do you think answers the phone when you dial those numbers?"

"Look in the mirror. Do you even recognize what's left of you?"

"You're going to sit there, and you're going to smile, and you're going to act like everything is perfect."

[bri4raes]

@dopplgaenger sent to dean di laurentis, The study session was your idea. You haven't opened your book once.

maybe asking for help to study, or worse, do what garrett had done with wellsy wasn't the best idea dean had. especially when he was good in the subject he had asked a study date for. was he going to admit it though? no. but he had noticed camille since a long time now and never thought she would talk to him or aknowledge him the way he wanted to. he saw her a lot at college and just thought she was beautiful and he was dean di laurentis for crying out loud. never he had a problem with having girls attention before. so, when he had asked her to help him and she had said yes, he was in cloud nine.

reading the books in front of him and looking at her, he couldn't help himself but confess. " alright. maybe i don't need help with studies? maybe i just ... " he pause as he sat down properly while he eyed her. " i think i just wanted you to notice me. like, i know many people do and think, oh, he wants me for this or that. most of the time, they are right. but i just ... i think you are a cool girl and i wanted to hang out without you thinking i want something else. not that it doesn't cross my mind sometimes. but yeah, i just ... i don't have any problem understanding this. i am pretty good at math. i lied. "

[dopplgaenger]

       OH. Camille had expected him to say a million different things, none of which actually came out of his mouth. She set down the pencil she hadn't really needed either and let the quiet stretch a moment while she caught up to him.

So that was the game. Or rather, that was the not-game, the confession folding itself out across the table where the textbook problem had been a minute ago. She'd half suspected the math was a front. Nobody who closed a quadratic that fast on the first page genuinely needed a tutor for it. She'd let it slide because the company was good and she'd been curious where he was steering, now she had her answer, and it was a great deal more disarming than she'd braced for.

“ Uhm .. okay, hold on ”, she held up a hand, “ Who are you and what have you done with Dean Di Laurentis? Because the Dean I've heard about does not need to come up with a perfectly good lie just to tell a girl he wanted to hang out ”

The silly joke bought her a couple of seconds. Underneath it she was recalibrating. She'd had him filed a certain way, the way everyone filed him, charming and a little too aware of it. This didn't fit the file. He'd handed her the unflattering version of himself, the one where he'd schemed his way into a study date, then lost his nerve and admitted to the scheme. There was something almost endearing in how badly he'd executed it.

She closed the textbook with a soft thud and pushed it to the side, a verdict of sorts.

“ Anyway … new plan, since there’s no need to torture ourselves with any more math ”, she gave him a smile, easy, almost conspiratorial, “ If you want to hang out, then let's actually hang out and do something fun. There's an arcade about ten minutes from here, the kind with the sticky floors and a skee-ball machine that eats your tokens, and I will absolutely humiliate you at every single game in it ” She was already gathering her things, slinging a bag across her body.

“ We grab something to drink on the way, you tell me why it had to be math of all things and then you get to find out whether I’m as cool as you think I am. Come on, di Laurentis. Up ”

[dopplgaenger]

       * .  ⸙ @devilfated slides a note across the counter [...] ❝ do you think you would have liked me if we met back then? ❞ 

       THE QUESTION LANDED HEAVIER THAN ITS HANDFUL OF WORDS SHOULD HAVE. Camille let it sit for a moment before she touched it. Back then. As if she had a then to set it against. The honest answer was that she didn't know what he'd been, only what he was now, which was a man who could ask a thing like that and then watch your face too closely for the answer, as though the watching might catch something the words alone would miss. People didn't ask whether you'd have liked them once unless some part of them had already settled on the verdict and just wanted to hear you say it out loud.

“ Well, that depends entirely on who you were back then, doesn’t it? ”, she answered after a few seconds of silence, “ You're asking me to judge a version of you I've never met ”

Still, she turned the question over in her mind and looked at it from several sides at once, trying to find an answer. There was a trap folded into the question, and she could feel its edges. Say yes and she was being kind, or naive, picking the flattering answer because it was the easy one. Say no and she'd be judging a man on hearsay he'd supplied himself. A weird predicament to be in.

Deep down, Camille already knew her answer though. She had a long, unglamorous history of being drawn to the things everyone else had written off. The cracked, the half-ruined, the difficult. The ones that didn't bother pretending to be whole because the pretending had stopped being worth the effort somewhere back down the line. She restored taxidermy by candlelight and kept up conversations with objects no one else would let in the house ... a complicated man who had clearly done damage and carried it worse fit, if she was being honest, so well inside the pattern it was almost embarrassing. She wasn't sure that was a point in her favor. It might have been the least mysterious thing about her.

“ For what it's worth ”, Cami continued, lighter now, giving him a way down off the hook he'd hung himself on, “ the fact that you're even asking makes me think the odds are better than you're bracing for. Men who ever were truly unlikable almost never wonder about it. They're far too busy being certain of it ” A pause, followed by the slightest tilt of her head. “ So ... if you want a more detailed answer: Mind telling me about the Klaus I would’ve met back then? ”

[dopplgaenger]

       * .  ⸙ @deathbycassette slides a note across the counter [ ... ] ❝ i will trade you this french fry for literally  anything on your plate ❞   

       CAMILLE LOOKED AT THE FRY BEING HELD OUT TO HER LIKE A PEACE OFFERING BEFORE DROPPING HER GAZE AGAIN … down to her own plate, which held considerably more leverage than the stranger seemed to realize.

“ That’s a terrible trade and you know it ”, she replied while reaching for the fry. The bangles on her wrist slid foreward and chimed as she plucked it from the woman’s fingers and ate it without ceremony. “ There. Now I’ve taken all of your leverage and given you nothing in return. This is exactly how people lose everything … one single fry at a time. It’s tragic, really ”

She nudged her plate an inch closer anyway, an invitation that undercut the whole speech. On it was the other half of a Philly cheesesteak sandwich, which she was never going to finish, along with a pile of fries that had gone cold in a way that somehow made them better, and a pickle that she had no plans for.

The music from inside the venue thumped faintly through the wall behind them, bass she could feel in her sternum more than hear. Whoever was playing hadn't gone on yet, which meant the crowd out here at the food trucks outside was the pre-show kind, restless and a little electric.

“ Go on, take what you want before I change my mind ”, Camille continued, leaning a hip against the foodtruck's fender, “ But I'm going to need to know what I just funded. You don't dress like someone who came to watch ” A beat, her gaze moving over the stranger with the unhurried interest she gave most things.

“ You're playing tonight, aren't you? ”

[laurens-german]

MIKA ABDALLA as Allie Hayes OFF CAMPUS 01.08 'The Line Change'

[dopplgaenger]

       you explore the dashboard and notice someone ...

oh, whatever will you do? liking this post will result in receiving a bunch of memes in your inbox, multis shall specify the muse(s) or the action will result in an error. one could also just make their way to the inbox over here after going through this tag. choosing the (not so secret) third option will result in plotting something together.

[dopplgaenger]

         * .  ⸙ DOPPLGAENGER follows the story of the original character CAMILLE LAFAYETTE equal parts historian ⅋ oddities shopkeeper, forever caught between catalogued bones and cursed artifacts — meticulously curated by autumn ❪  27,  she/her, cet ❫

[dopplgaenger]

       * .  ⸙ @gutstung continued from here.

       FRANKIE'S LEANED OVER THEM, EMBRACING ITS IDENTITY AS A PLACE THAT HAD STOPPED APOLOGIZING FOR ITSELF SOMETIME AROUND 1987. But Camille didn’t mind. Places that tried too hard never had anything worth seeing beyond the exterior … unlike the honest dumps, which usually did.

“ Absolutely not ”, she said, reaching for Axel’s arm, slightly pulling him toward the entrance, “ This could be a hidden gem, right? ”

Something about him was different tonight, and she couldn't place where it started. The cologne, maybe, or one of a dozen smaller things she was only now standing close enough to catch. Maybe all of it was new. Maybe none of it was and Camille, for some reason, was more attentive than usual. She turned the question over without any real wish to solve it and let it go unspoken, the way she let most things.

There was a tenderness in pretending not to see ... and chasing the thought only led her back to her own stomach, to that low flutter she'd have blamed on the coffee if she were the type to lie to herself about this particular thing. Tonight she wasn't. She let the nervousness sit where it was and found she didn't want it gone.

“ Besides ”, Camille tipped her chin toward the red neon sign over the door, “ A place this bad owes us. Has to make it up somewhere. Stronger drinks, for one. More of them, probably. Fairly sure that's the law ” A bright smile broke across her face. “ Come on. Worst case, we get a story out of it. Best case, the drinks are as bad as the building and we keep ordering until one of them turns out decent ”

[videog4mes]

GET CRAZY, GET WILD. - JERSEY SHORE QUOTES COLLECTION. a series of quotes from the mtv reality show. some nsfw themes and strong language ahead. change verbiage and pronouns as needed.

alright, i'll make you a grilled cheese, asshole.

you're the worst argument person ever.

don't touch me, i'm tan!

it could be dangerous to the health.

my only rule: never fall in love at the jersey shore.

it's t-shirt time!

first impressions are everything. so, you got to stay fresh to death, i call it. fresh outfit, fresh haircut, fresh tan. just stay fresh.

ew, you peed on my foot!

i thought you were just being drunk and stupid.

do you want to bang?

i am like a praying mantis. after i have sex with a guy, i will rip their heads off.

GTL: gym, tan, laundry.

shut your mouth, you dirty little hamster.

they have defied the law of intelligence.

i'm like, a pretty deep dude.

we're beating up the beat. that's what we say when we are doing our fist pump.

how many times you cook for me? none!

one step forward, two step backs.

i hate the ocean. yeah, it's all whale sperm.

hell has to be just like this.

i'm not a snack, i'm a happy meal.

yo, face down, ass up—that's how i like to have a good time.

cry all you want, your tears don't mean shit to me.

i'm sorry i punched you in the face.

i'm not trashy, unless I drink too much.

faux-hawk is like, my best thing.

to drink, or not to drink?

my ass is burning.

rahhhhn, stahhhp.

we're ex-boyfriend and girlfriend, and we're hanging out with each other, and like, you know, it's a little awkward bro.

it's juicehead central now. i'm in heaven.

this isn't law school; this is a t-shirt shop.

you don't come in on sunday with a banana and expect everything to be peaches.

i'm the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet, but do not fuck with me.

do i really want to do this right now? does The Situation want to get situated right now?

i am not fucking any of my roommates, therefore i should not be cleaning up after their shit.

it's like a war zone out here. all grenades.

i'm ready to party, get out there. let's get filthy, creepy, and weird.

your eyebrows are so bushy, they collect so much more bacteria than normal eyebrows would.

don't test me, because i will fail a majority of the time.

I.F.F. is the "I'm Fucked Foundation."

i don't care if you talk shit about me. talk shit about me all you want.

we take that with us for life, that bond. ... that was deep. that was fucking deep.

if you leave, i'm going to stuff your fucking nose with tampons.

[mythshire]

｡˚ 𐚁 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐒 ··· a collection of campus devotion, reckless athletes, and the girls who didn't mean to fall for any of it. genre: romance, slow burn, hurt and comfort, college drama.

The study session was your idea. You haven't opened your book once.

I know what people say about me. I'm asking what you think.

You're the only person on this campus who treats me like I'm more than my jersey number.

We said no feelings. I think I'm really bad at rules.

You left your hoodie at my place three weeks ago. I've been sleeping in it. Don't make it weird.

Practice ran late. I know. I'm sorry. Please don't be asleep yet.

The whole team thinks we're together. When were you going to tell me you didn't correct them?

I don't bring people to my games. I got you a ticket. Show up.

You tutored me all semester. The least I can do is take you to dinner. A real one.

I've kissed a lot of girls at this school. I keep thinking about the one I haven't.

Tell me again why this is such a bad idea.

That thing you said after the game. Did you mean it or were you just caught up in the moment?

I asked around about you before I talked to you. I'm not embarrassed about that.

I've never had someone wait up for me before. I didn't know what to do with it so I panicked.

Everyone on the team knows I'm gone for you. I'm the last one to say it out loud.

Stop apologizing for taking up space in my life. I made room on purpose.

I told coach I was injured. I'm not injured. I just needed to see you. 

You came to the away game. You hate away games.

I'm not good at this. I'm good at hockey and not much else. But I want to try. For you.

The girl I was pretending to date is the only one I actually want. Life is funny like that.

Draft day is coming and I'm more scared of losing you than losing my shot.

I've been in love with you since the library. Third floor. Two years ago. You had headphones in.

Don't let me sign that contract without knowing if you'd come with me.

You're the smartest person in any room you walk into. I don't know why you're in mine.

The bet was stupid and I knew it was stupid and I did it anyway because it meant spending time with you.

You deserve someone who shows up. I'm working on being that person. Just don't give up on me yet.

My teammates are idiots but they're not wrong about this one.

I've never been nervous before a game. I'm nervous right now and the game isn't for six hours.

You said you didn't want anything serious. I've been trying to be okay with that. I'm not okay with it.

I graduate in May. So do you. I don't want the thing between us to fizzle out. 

I know you're not mine. I also know I'd do anything to change that.

The whole campus is at that party. I'd rather be here. With you. On your couch. Watching whatever you want.

You looked at me different after the game last week. Why?

Tell me what you want. Not what you think I can handle. What you actually want.

I've been the fun one, the easy one, the no-strings one. I don't want to be that with you.

You're the only reason I made it through finals week. I'm not sure you know that.

I don't do mornings. I did this morning. I'd do every morning. That terrifies me.

The long distance thing scares me. You scare me. I'm choosing scared.

I'm not asking you to wait. I'm asking you to want to.

It stopped being fake somewhere around week two. I just didn't know how to tell you.

You're it for me. I know that's a lot. I know we're twenty-two. I know. I don't care.