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wanderinginternethippie‌:

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it was the day, the day she said goodbye to her brother forever, a day she would never forget, the saddest day of her entire life, other than the night two weeks ago when her life changed forever, “he’s dead”. calliope only had two people in the world, emiliano and jackson, and now one of them was gone, she had ran out of tears by the first week, wouldn’t leave the bed by the second.  

her mother dragged her out of bed on this today, and despite the circumstances was her normal delightful self. “god and no tears today calliope, no one wants to see those” and so all day, she didn’t cry, she obeyed and didn’t cry. she didn’t cry when she saw jackson and he asked her how she doing, she didn’t cry when people talked about him, she didn’t cry when she heard his voice, she didn’t cry when she saw his casket, and she didn’t bat an eye when they played his music throughout the entire damn thing. 

everyone was telling her she was doing great, and how she so strong, even so beautiful on a day like this. but calliope didn’t feel any of those things, she didn’t feel strong, or beautiful and she damn straight didn’t feel great. “excuse me” she spoke softly to the people who had been speaking to her, excusing herself away from the party, swiping a bottle of champagne on her way up to emiliano’s room. she hadn’t been in here since before she had left three years ago, a deep sigh as she stood in his untouched room, like nothing had changed. seeing his wardrobe doors open, going over to close them, but as her fingers touched the handles, she couldn’t help the tears that began to fall as she inhaled his scent, she heard someone behind her and instantly she wiped away her tears, tucked her hair behind her ear, turning to the person behind her, “oh um, i was just” she was so tired, she couldn’t think of a single thing to say, “i said goodbye to my brother today, like forever, and i just” she breathed deeply now, an attempt to control the tears that wanted to fall, remembering the bottle, she left on the bed, “i grabbed a bottle, will you drink with me?”

Peering through the sea of strangers, Jackson watched as Calliope weaved carefully between the crowd, losing sight of her every few seconds but keeping his focus on her, and watching as she snuck her way upstairs. Keeping to himself and sitting silently at the edge of the room, his gaze casually pulled through the people, not wanting to bring much attention to himself or what he had just witnessed--- or whom. He brought his focus to Elenora only long enough to tell that her overbearing eye on her daughter had swayed, leaving time for Calliope to evacuate without any notice. Using this moment of distraction, Jackson got to his feet and pressed his way to the staircase, peeking back one last time before making his way up the stairs.

He had kept a safe distance from the girl throughout the day, if not out of respect for her mother; knowing very well how little she cared for him as Callie’s friend, then for the fact that Jackson hadn’t spotted a single tear escape his friend that day. Somehow he assumed her mother was responsible for the vacant and emotionless eyes, the stony look Calliope had written all over her face. And while he might not mean to dismantle the girl’s feigned composure, he couldn’t help but feel as though he easily could, given only a few minutes with her.

Stepping into the room, hesitated at the door; feeling both uneasy, having always known the room to be occupied by Emiliano, and by the sight of Callie removing evidence of her tears. “Sorry,” he murmured. He simply wanted to hold her, knowing not much could be done to ease her distress. Shaking his head slightly at her words, he was unwilling to hear whatever excuse the girl was about to give him for needing to show any level of sorrow, having lost her only brother. Only pulling his gaze back long enough to quietly close the door behind him, he lowered his voice to a whisper. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, Calliope...” he insisted, wanting to go on to insist that she could cry if she needed to, while they were alone. However, as she continued, his gaze shifted to the bottle resting on the bed. “I---” trailing off, Jackson didn’t have the heart to refuse Calliope of anything she needed to distract her from herself. He swallowed hard, his hesitation only lasting a brief instant. “Of course I will.”

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Somehow, the hostility Elijah held for Peter never managed to fully bleed into his interactions with Savanna. However, even years later, Elijah couldn’t help but eye the woman; a repressed side of his thoughts silently wondering what about this woman could have possibly compelled his father to gamble with his entire reputation, let alone his family and all of their success. He avoided eye contact for the most part, sitting uncomfortably at the island stool as Savanna prepared him a drink, awaiting Peter to arrive home despite having planned this meeting for weeks.

The Frobes’ home was the very last place Elijah ever wanted to be, but since the two showed up at his family’s door, his mother had been keeping tabs with them. One wrong move and she would be spending excessive amounts of money to rebuild her reputation, or at least to hold it together. As Elijah sat, running his fingers idly along the counter-top, he was sure his mother was all too pleased with the fact that he had to be the one to meet with them. As far as he was concerned, protecting whatever ‘legacy’ Peter Vaughn Sr. had left behind was a joke. Nevertheless, he was sent there as the face of harmony between the families.

At the subtle sound of knocking; almost feeling too eager to get out of Savanna’s presence, Elijah’s gaze shot in the direction of the door. Murmuring that he’d get it, he wasted no time turning down the front entrance hall to approach the door. Gaze low when he peeled it open, Elijah extended an arm to lean lightly against the doorframe; his honey eyes lifting to an unfamiliar face. His brows unfurrowed, as though his previous tension slightly dissipated at the sight of her. Taking his gaze slightly down her features momentarily, an easy grin played on his lips as he leaned into his arm. “Hey,” he said, his tone sounding almost as though they had met before. Only a moment had passed, and there was already a level of enjoyment coming over him, realizing that the pretty girl before him was likely a friend of his brother’s. “Anything I can help you with?”

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wildestdrcam‌:

She answered Elijah’s attempts at reassurance with a barely imperceptible shake of her head. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate his kind words, but she was acutely aware of the fact that she didn’t really deserve them, not from him. “I suppose it doesn’t matter now.” She finally stated, head turning to the side so she could discreetly swipe at the wetness staining her cheeks. She loosened her hold on herself, though her hands were still wrapped tightly around her arms. “What’s done is done…isn’t it?” Saying something like that to Elijah was probably the biggest understatement of the century, but she was beginning to grow exhausted of her constant air of nonchalance. 

She sniffed, hoping to finally admonish any remaining evidence of her emotional outburst, and took a step closer to Elijah again. “Can I be honest with you about something?” She paused for a moment, a weary smile touching her lips as she glanced up at him. “I almost don’t want to go back. Isn’t that awful?” A short, sharp trill of laughter escaped her lips, her eyes immediately diverting from his again. It was halfway through her plane ride to meet Elijah in Los Angeles that the blonde had realized what she truly wanted from the trip. As soon as the wheels of the plane had been on the ground, Freya had immediately booked a plane ride back to the UK, but this time, she had bought two seats. One would think that this was typical Freya behavior – being so confident that things would go her way. The confidence wasn’t very authentic, however; rather, she felt she had to be confident to save herself the embarrassment of possible rejection. Despite all her hopes of commanding the situation, she knew her reluctance was evident in the way she opened her mouth to speak and nothing came out.

Her eyes finally met Elijah’s. The energy she felt between them was still heavy with the passionate sex they had shared, though tinged with the dark cloud Freya had brought with the news of her father. And – something else. Something she had felt before, all those years ago, sparked by the first intimate moment Elijah and Freya had shared in a bathroom. Something she had let consume her, and eventually, destroy her, and her relationship. Now though, there was a strange assurance in it, a comfort that Freya could have only hoped for. It made it easier than she had planned to say her next words. “I think I’m a bit scared, Elijah. I think that’s why I came to see you. I need you to– I– I want you to come back with me. To England.”

His close attention to the girl was interrupted the moment she turned her face away from him. And promptly, Elijah felt himself slip out of the emotional turmoil she was beginning to coax out of him. For the first time since entering the gallery, the memory of how he had been persuaded to join her was suddenly fresh in his mind. Somehow, it hadn’t been the proposition for sex that convinced him to stay a while longer. Though, he would struggle to admit that aloud. Instead, in the instant that she turned away, he realized that it was Freya’s claim that she had only ever wanted him, that sent him through the gallery doors without a second thought.

It was the idea that Freya was finally admitting to being wrong. The idea that she had spent three full years regretting everything she had done to him. It was in Elijah’s nethermost hopes that Freya would ever admit to wanting him. To not simply be desired by the girl in a physical way, but to be desired because something they had shared together all those years ago, could have been considered love. He blinked, realizing how pathetic he was for continuously pandering to her every whim. Even after all this time.

‘What’s done is done’ could have easily been a way for Freya to brush off what her father had done to her, but in the very least, Elijah was struggling to hear what she was saying objectively. However, if there was anything Elijah was acutely aware of, it was Freya’s unwavering ability to remain ambiguous at the most clever times. “I suppose...” he murmured, knowing fully well that she had already had the chance to gauge how quickly he could be wrapped around her finger. In the moment that she stepped back toward him, Elijah grew a bit rigid. He merely stared when she admitted to not wanting to return home. He could empathize with the feeling but was suddenly growing apprehensive; repressing his overwhelming desire to console and validate her feelings.

The truth was, Freya had acknowledged that she was wrong. That it wasn’t fair to remain so detached at a time when he was willing to do anything for her. Though, he couldn’t help but feel it wasn’t enough. Perhaps her spontaneous confession of always wanting him was true, but only a baby step in the direction of their unspoken words. When Freya finally met his gaze, Elijah was drawn back into the moment. The air around them still thick from sex, and heavy from the unequivocal feelings still shared between them. Being hit with her following confession only made the air heavier. It suddenly so heavy now, that his throat strained, and tightened around it on its way inside. “---Freya...” he began, trailing off only when he realized how easily he could say yes. Breaking their gaze, his attention drifted as she shook his head a bit. “I--I don’t think that’s...” he trailed off again. “You flew out here to tell me your dad is dying, and to take me back home with you...? That’s why you’re here?” He let the question hover between them as he lifted his gaze back to hers. “I don’t get it.” The words came out as an exasperated whisper. His eyes remaining steady, searching for an answer somewhere on her features. “---I haven’t spoken to you in... nearly FOUR years, Freya. I---I’m not just gonna---” he paused, allowing his frustration to defuse before continuing. “What is this really about? I--- I.... do you hear how ridiculous that request is?”

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wildestdrcam‌:

The tone of genuine worry from Elijah’s voice was enough to elicit another sob from Freya’s lips, this one laced with guilt and remorse. Anyone who had ever known the couple, even in their glory days, could probably come to the conclusion that Elijah was too good for the blonde, and it was never more abundantly clear than in this moment now; when she had barged back into his life, uninvited and unwanted, and once again made him pay attention to her. But still, he had given her intense pleasure and now, he was comforting her in such an achingly tender way. And for what reason? What had she ever done to deserve his warm embrace, his soft, soothing words of reassurance brushing against her ear? If she could, she would have shaken her head or held out a hand to halt his gentle words, anything to make herself feel less awful, but she found herself barely able to speak, let alone make hand gestures. All she could do was be held, let his fingers trace over her bare back, her tears dampening his chest. That was almost punishment enough.

At Elijah’s next words, Freya stiffened in his arms, a shiver running down her spine. “Cancer.” She choked out, a completely new source of guilt washing over her, more painful than the one before it. The cancer had not been a new diagnosis; though, she didn’t stick around to find out how long her father had been living with it, she knew it had to be months, at least. Several times in the last few months, she had gone to dinner with him, attended the odd charity event. And she hadn’t even…suspected. Had been too wrapped up in her own problems, seemingly trivial to what her father must have been going through at the time.

Her glassy eyes jerked upwards, focused on Elijah, though she wasn’t really seeing him through the fog that was beginning to coat her vision. “Why didn’t I know?” She pushed away from the male, roughly stumbling a few steps back. “Why didn’t I see it, Elijah?” Her head began shaking, swiveling back and forth of its own accord. Her arms flew up to wrap tightly around her naked body; only seconds ago, she had wanted Elijah’s eyes to take in every curve of her body, and now she felt much too exposed. When she spoke again, her voice was barely above a whisper, the words rasping in her throat. “Why didn’t he tell me…” Her hands slid up her body, where her fingers laced tightly in her hair, seeming to shrink into herself as she tugged on her blonde locks. “Why didn’t he tell me?!”

Pulling in his lip at the mention of cancer, Elijah took in a long and steady breath, unable to handle the severity of the news; still unable to fully understand why the girl might have left her father’s side to seek comfort from him. The truth was, even after running into Freya only a few months prior, Elijah knew he would be able to manage never thinking about her again. In fact, until they were face to face only minutes ago, he considered their last encounter to be the interaction he needed to finally move on; realizing that she had never changed. Freya Ross was still the same needlessly abrasive person she had always been. Even with three additional years of life under her belt, she hadn’t achieved any level of personal development.

Although believing these things was the easy way out, Elijah had been desperate to try and run with them. Desperate to keep the girl in the past despite his nearly obsessive desire to repeatedly mull over that last interaction. Just as easily as Freya escaped his arms, he allowed her to; taking a step back himself. He searched frantically for an answer to her questions, his initial thought being simple: How would anyone simply know their loved ones might be suffering? However, it was when Freya’s voice grew weak and silent through the weight of her own questions that Elijah found himself growing speechless again. “He kept it from you...” the words weren’t meant to be a question rather, a statement as he tired his best to process the situation.

“I’m so sorry he didn’t tell you, Freya. He------ he was probably trying to protect you.” he began, his explanation not sitting right, even with him. He shook his head. “You know, news like that is... --that can’t be any easier to tell someone than it is to hear it.” He concluded. “You don’t wanna have to tell anyone something like that. Especially not your family... not your daughter.” Pausing, he had to stifle his desire to close the space between them again. “It’s not your fault, it’s... there was no way of you just knowing something like that was going on.”

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Text@ The Gargantuan Charmer

Brad: So my tour ends tonight

Brad: (Plane Emoji) (Sun Emoji) (Gingerbread man emoji) (Clock emoji)

Brad: That means I'm coming to LA tomorrow btw.(Just in case you couldn't tell.) I mean, I debated using the "ginger man" emoji instead of the gingerbread one, but (shrug emoji)

Elijah: (Guitar Emoji) (Sunglasses Emoji) (Plane Landing Emoji) (Men Holding Hands Emoji) (Men Kissing Emoji)

Elijah: ...I didn't know how else to convey excitement

Elijah: But yeah, I mean I would have gotten it less with the ginger man tbh

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sorry for being so MIA, m’loves. i’m heading back to college in a week, and getting ready, moving and whatnot has been cray.

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luxeisms‌:

quite frankly, isaac was panicking. he never meant for this to happen - for his two worlds to collide. he truly liked this girl, a lot more than he’d like to admit (a rather rare occurrence), and he could barely fathom the idea of her getting caught up in this. he wished she’d never came… but he had no one to blame but himself. he obviously was hiding a big part of his life from her, and it was bound to come out at some point. if he’d just been honest, maybe this wouldn’t have happened - or maybe she would’ve ran off, just like plenty of others had. none of that mattered; though, because now there was nothing he could change to fix this. he would just have to go along with the deal and pretend that she wasn’t there in hopes that they wouldn’t notice. “hopefully nothing will happen. if all goes well.” he sighed, replying simply as he turned to look back in the direction of the car that was now approaching. “i need to get out there. please… just stay here.” god forbid they saw her, who knows what they’d do? kidnap her? kill her? he knew the people he was dealing with were dangerous, but he didn’t know how dangerous. 

walking towards the back of the car, isaac popped open the trunk and pulled out a black briefcase. he knew what the contents consisted of: twenty five thousand dollars. for what? he had no idea. his dad hadn’t given him all that many instructions or much information, all he knew was that he had to trade the money for whatever it was that these men had. shutting the trunk, he passed by the girl one more time, shooting her a concerned look before moving around the other side of the car and towards the other car that was now parked a few feet away. he approached the group of four or five men that were standing there, nodding in acknowledgement at them. ‘you got the money?’ were the first words he heard, and he instantly nodded. “of course i’ve got the money. you got what i need?” he questioned back, trying to play it cool although deep down he was slightly freaking out. he couldn’t seem to take his mind off of her, and how she was here. he wanted her to be safe. 

… it wasn’t until the men were silent that he realized something was going on. “well..?” he spoke up once more, only to be replied to with the sound of a gun being cocked. he gulped, eyes widening slightly as he took a step back. “what’s going on here?” he questioned, although still, no one spoke. they all just laughed. ‘this is too easy. i can’t believe that your father would be stupid enough to send a kid here. just give us the fuckin’ money and you won’t die… unless you’re going to tell someone about this. maybe i should just kill ya to cover my tracks.’ his breath caught in his throat, hands beginning to shake. “what… what are you talking about?” he questioned, and in that moment, he couldn’t help but look backwards towards his own car. he wanted to shout, and tell her to run - but he couldn’t say a word, and he was screaming on the inside. he just hoped that she could stay quiet and unnoticed.

carefully, helen crouched down where she was, trying her best to stay hidden behind the car. even being cautious of where her feet were; positioning them behind the tire to ensure they wouldn’t be visible from the other side. tense, she followed isaac with only her gaze, her head and neck pressed back against the cool metal of the vehicle as she watched him open the trunk. when she had first followed him to this obscure parking garage, she had suspected many things, none of them resembling anything that was unfolding now. she kept her eyes on him as he pulled out a briefcase, her head nearly spinning at the possibilities of what could be inside. she couldn’t believe that he could be involved in something that would require anything like this. meeting in the middle of the night? at a parking garage, of all places, a locked briefcase kept in the trunk of his car? the remaining trust she had in isaac was the only thing that kept her gaze from burning holes through him as he made his way passed her once more. instead, her eyes mirrored his look of concern, hers stare tinted in a slightly deeper shade of fear than the one he was returning.

she kept her gaze glued in the direction of the other car, feeling that it might help her stay focused as she’d try her best to hear every word that was spoken. within the first few exchange of words, helen was already trembling; wondering for the life of her what isaac’s father could have possibly sent him here for, why he couldn’t have come himself, and how isaac had managed to get caught in the middle instead. through the heavy lull that followed isaac’s voice, helen shifted slowly, feeling uneasy at the strangers’ silence. for an instant she wondered if something dreadful had already happened and she simply hadn’t caught sound of it. and despite her burning desire to lift her head to look, she knew that even if she did manage to see one of them, to see a brief moment of what was happening behind her, they would likely see her too. that wasn’t something she wanted to risk. it was far too long before hearing isaac speak again, and her muscles wrenched at the sound of a gun being cocked. she was suddenly frozen in place, all of her previous desires to look, or to find a way to escape fleeing her instantly. shaking her head frantically, tears began flooding her cheeks before she had the chance to realize. the stranger’s threat elicited an uncontrollable sob from her. it was faint, but definitely could have been audible enough to be heard. feeling her insides grow cold, helen clasped her hand over her mouth and waited.

[jakegyllenhaal]

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rosesxandxthorns‌:

pls give me “we’re exes who ended on kind of shitty terms but are trying to ‘stay friends’ anyway, and we occasionally sabotage each other’s dates, get drunk and fuck, scream and fight until four in the morning and still refuse to acknowledge maybe we’re not quite as over each other as we like to think we are.”

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The front door to her apartment slammed and Cassie tried not to grin as she turned the page in the book she was reading. Sure she should have gotten her key back from them months ago but that would involve giving his back and things like this just wouldn’t happen. Well things like this wouldn’t happen if the two of them had ended on better terms. There would have been no need for the little digs they made at each other when they were with their friends, or the fact that she got their date to stand them up that night. “You know most people knock.” Closing the book she tossed it onto the couch next to her. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a date or something? Tamara was going on and on about who she set you up with.”

Barging in, Elijah had little to no patience for the Blonde’s aloof reaction to his entrance. “Most people,” he began, pacing almost furiously into the room, “don’t have another option, do they.” Flopping down next to her on the sofa, he gladly shot her a very knowing but somewhat sarcastic gaze. Having yet another date go terribly wrong, for reasons far beyond his understanding, he reasonably, found himself flustered. Not by his feelings being hurt per se, but for the almost pathetic level of damage it was doing to his ego at this point. It had been almost two months since he and Cassie had erupted into the disaster that they were, and even despite that being more than enough time to bounce back, none of the girls he had been seeing ever seemed to agree.

He must have known on some level that Cassandra had something to do with the continuous dating failures however, because it was his same damaged ego that couldn’t quite allow him to sit back and watch her dates go well while his dating life remained a mess. And even still, he couldn’t help himself from showing up at her door, almost out of routine, to continue their vicious cycle. Listening to her following words, he undid his tie; keeping silent for a while before huffing out a sigh. “Yaknow... it’s flattering how closely you watch my schedule.” There wasn’t a chance in Hell admitting to being stood up would come that easily. “Actually, I didn’t really come to talk much.” He revealed, removing the book from between them and placing on the table before leaning in to place a messy kiss on her lips. Elijah found it much easier to distract himself, to feed his own ego than to vent, let alone to his ex, about girls seemingly showing a disinterest in him.

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sigh. i really wanted to be active tonight but i move tomorrow and need to get some sleeeeeep.

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[hilokaul]

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@wildestdrcam

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luxeisms‌:

the boy looked down at her as she moved closer, the expression of concern growing on his face. he wasn’t even angry, he was just worried that she had shown up at exactly the wrong time. his dad’s client would be showing up any time now, and he knew this man was dangerous - he wouldn’t take to strangers well. of course he appreciated her persistence, no one had ever cared about him this much. as soon as he’d started getting weird, or telling them that he was involved in bad things, they ran off, scared of just what that entailed. but she was different. “but it is fair… i’m doing it for you, for your own good.” he sighed, reaching out to brush his fingertips against her cheek. for a moment, everything else seemed to melt away, leaving him focused on nothing but her. “there is no way to help me, this is just something i have to do. for my dad.” he was so focused that he barely even noticed the sound of another car pulling into the empty parking garage. immediately his entire body tensed, eyes averting towards the sight of headlights growing closer and closer. “fuck.” he mumbled, his arm wrapping around her waist so that he could quickly pull her to the side of the car where she hopefully couldn’t be seen. “please… don’t move. no matter what you hear or see. okay?” 

she puckered her lips sideways, hearing the firmness in his voice. she knew on some level that he wouldn’t be insisting if it wasn’t completely necessary, and on another level, she knew if she were in her right mind, she would take a break for it; avoiding any of the danger that isaac had been warning her about for the past few weeks. perhaps it had all been too good to be true. especially with how much their interactions had shifted in the passing weeks, the happier memories she had were already beginning to seem like a whirlwind. avoiding said danger wasn’t as simple as leaving for her, though. even as she peered into his eyes now, she spotted a sincere goodness in him that she hadn’t seen in anyone in a very long time.

at the mention of his father, a stilling hesitation washed over her. although it was a detail which could have been easily overlooked, helen couldn’t help the inkling that it was a detail that isaac had let escape by mistake. a sudden flood of the instances of him telling her to steer clear came rushing through her mind, and she was left almost shocked by the idea that it was all simply a favor meant for his father. before she could find the words to confront such a thing however, headlights came pulling around the corner. a nearly suffocated gasp drew from her throat, both at the intensity of the situation, and isaac’s immediate instinct to pull her out of the view. despite her pressing desire to find a way to escape, she nodded and tried to stay in place. “what’s happening, isaac? wh--what’s gonna happen?” she blurted. but with the sound of the tires growing closer, she began shrinking into herself, not entirely expecting an answer.

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myxsweetxlord:

Asa just stared at her as she scrambled from an explanation. “You hung out a c-couple of times? Now, what’s that supposed to mean?” Asa tilted his head as he continued to look at her with his bloodshot eyes. And when she called it a stupid mistake, he laughed loudly and sarcastically. “No. No. See here, H-Helen.” He pointed at her as he gripped the neck of the glass bottle in his hand. “A stupid mistake is, like, putting you sh-shirt on backwards and not realizing it until you g-get home.” He chuckled at the thought.

“But this…this is somethin’ else.” He dropped his bottle onto the floor. “I-I should thank you, though. Breakups make great songs, d-don’t they? E-Especially when you really got f-fucked uo.” He slurred, the painful smile coming back onto his face as she his eyes filled up with tears. “And w-we needed a new guitar pl-player, anyway. Jace was kinda sucking.” He was trying to act as non chalant as he could, even though it was very clear that he was falling apart.

Closing her eyes for a moment to try and gather her emotions, she inhaled slowly before speaking again. “W-we were gonna surprise you... for your birthday,” she trailed off, realizing how ridiculous the explanation seemed now that everything had unfolded. “I dunno! We were gonna do a whole surprise party! When he brought up the idea, I--I... I didn’t think... I never wanted this to happen.” Helen swallowed her words the moment she had referred to her terrible decision making as a ‘mistake;’ surprising even herself at the near whimper that escaped her at his response and more tears fell down her cheeks.

At the moment the word breakup was uttered a sudden surge of panic shot through her. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t expected this sort of outcome, but Helen had hoped she could talk her way out of it. She would have even planned what she was going to say if she had given herself enough time to consider what she had done however, her guilt was too heavy. “Don’t thank me...” she pleaded, an incredulous scoff escaping next. “Please don’t--” she broke off, sniffling before her tears came to a quick halt; finally feeling the weight of the ramifications of what she had done. She felt herself growing desperate. “Y-you can kick him out of t-the band if you have to,” she began, moving closer to him on the couch, “but please don’t... don’t leave me, Asa...” Gasping through her begging, she tried closing the remaining space between them, lifting her hands to his face. “Please, just... let me explain, Asa, w-we... we can work through this, I--- I’ll never talk to Jace again, shh, please, we can’t end like this... I’ll do anything.”