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Alexei had lunch with the Arthurs, yet again since his arrival, and had opted to walk back to his hotel instead of being driven. The signs of spring were beginning to fill the air and truthfully the turn in these seasons was his favourite. The presence of a man tasked to watch him was felt but at a respectable distance that those going about their day wouldn’t notice the connection. His legs weren’t as fond of the long walks as they used to be and he neared the closest bench that was being occupied by a man. “Do you mind if I join you?” he asked with an inculpable smile. He didn’t wait a beat before settling into the empty space and aloud a sigh, leaning into the role of old man. “A nice day out isn’t it.”

...

Jesse sat on the bench overlooking the river. All he had been able to hear the last couple of weeks was that beautiful and steady heartbeat. A reason to be someone better despite how sticky the future was going to end up being for the three of them. He had his phone sitting on the bench next to him as he breathed in, glancing over when he heard the voice. It was lucky that the male was good at hiding his true emotions on his features because what were the fucking chances that Alexi fucking Vronsky would come over to sit next to him on a bench? He nodded his head, clearing his throat as he picked up his phone and slipped over towards the arm of the bench to create some space for the older male. “It’s beautiful,” he said. “Which is shocking given we’re in Chicago in the winter.”

#( x. threads )#( x. alexei vronsky )

DIANA VRONSKY

I’m here.

Without even divulging as much or providing more than whatever glimpse of her face can be seen from the digital screen, he utters the two words that Diana wished to hear more than any other. It lodges something palpable in her throat, another irritating consequence of this pregnancy, yet decidedly a better emotion than whatever sickly fear attempted to crawl its way up before. This entire process is probably routine enough that her doctor could perform it in her sleep, able to discern date and size and health with little more than a glance. But for Diana? Seeing whatever figure reflected on that screen terrified her more than the barrel of any gun, more than the deafening silence when left with her own thoughts at night.

The image wouldn’t just reveal half of Jesse, but a significant piece of herself, and she was quietly afraid that it might be something monstrous. A horrid reflection at best.

Somewhere to her side, the doctor asks if they’re ready and she releases a slow exhale before hazel eyes shift to the other woman’s questioning visage. “As ready as we can be.” Surely not the most joyous of responses when compared to the plethora of starry-eyed, gushing mothers-to-be who laid on this table before her, but she meant it and the other woman didn’t pry. Perhaps she’d witnessed enough regret and trepidation in her time, too.

A cold wand travels along her stomach in search of the clearest vantage point, but Diana keeps her attention on Jesse until it stops. Until she hears the rhythmic thrumming and all breath catches in response, one hand tightening imperceptibly around her phone. “There we are,” the doctor states matter-of-factly. “And a strong heartbeat, too.” With her free hand, she pivots the monitor towards them. One beat, two… And then Diana turns both her face and the video call at once.

...

Jesse’s gaze doesn’t leave the blonde as he takes in where she’s at. He knows neither one of them have really touches the conversation on whether or not they should keep the baby especially because their situation is not ideal. The worst thing he ever thought he would experience was how his last relationship ended but this was worse than torture. He thought about how they would even get through this for weeks and even took it a step above by talking to Rami about it which the follow up conversation was much different, it was the male telling Rami he was right and the entire thing was stupid.

Brushing his tongue along his lower lip, the male inhales as he hears the doctor ask her if she’s ready. He holds his breath as if breathing was going to be too loud to hear what was about to happen. It’s soft on his end as he adjust himself in the driver’s seat of his car to lean in a little closer. As the phone begins to move, Jesse is still holding his breath as his eyes fall on the ultrasound and that’s when the heartbeat gets louder in his hand.

The breath he is holding is released in shakes as the hand not holding the phone curls into a fist. That’s their baby. It’s real. It’s happening. And he has no idea how he’s going to be able to sit on the sidelines. His fingers extend from the palm of his hand as he raises it up to his face, brushing his index finger against his right eye as he turns his head away for moment to hide the emotion on his features.

#( x. threads )#( x. diana vronsky )

DIANA VRONSKY

Tagged: @jesscmarino

Location: OBGYN office

Fifteen minutes of sitting in some bland, overly modernized waiting room later and a tech finally calls her back into the office hallway. Hazel eyes pass over nondescript artwork and another more obviously pregnant woman awaiting her own appointment with a partner in tow. She’d briefly considered asking Ryan if he felt up to joining for the mental security, but at the risk of being too independent for her own good, Diana ultimately knew that it was a path she needed to travel alone. The doctor begins with all of the anticipated yet probing questions, attempting to learn more about her newest patient before nailing down precisely when this little mistake happened. Date of last period, when she believes conception happened, if she considered all options available.

Do you have a relationship to the father? If not, we can run a genetic test for abnormalities when you’re farther along to waive any concerns. No pressure, of course.

“He had to work today and couldn’t make it.” She lies so smoothly it’s almost believable, lifting her shirt as instructed before cold ultrasound liquid hits her abdomen. In true Diana fashion, she doesn’t flinch like some inhuman robot and instead glances over to where her phone rests on an empty chair. “Actually,” her voice trails for a moment, lost in thought. “Would you mind if I FaceTimed him?” The doctor gives gently encouraging permission whilst passing over the small device, revealing a kind of softness that is lost on someone born into a life of barbed wire.

Diana wonders if he’ll even answer after two vacant rings, half-tempted to hang up altogether, when his face appears and any hesitancy dissipates at the sight. Despite the anguish of their most recent conversation, this is who she needs right now. “Hey, I’m at the doctor’s.” She assumes that by picking up at all, Jesse went and found himself somewhere to be alone, but the words are enough explanation that he’ll need at least a few minutes for himself.

...

In the last month, the Marino male has kicked his own ass into gear and has embedding himself into his job. Acting as if his conversation with Rami never happened and that there wasn’t a single thing wrong with him. He took a few moments out of his day to send a few Tinder messages to Jaime to check on her and the baby but he doesn’t ever text about what their last conversation was about and in fact it probably seems colder that way.

Standing in the garage of the compound with a cigarette between his index finger and thumb, Jesse stares at some spot on the wall. He plans on smoking down the cigarette then checking in with head of security at one of the local Ozdemir businesses to make sure nothing shady is happening. It’s only a matter of time before the Bratva points their finger towards them about New Years and strikes back. His phone buzzes against his leg causing him to glance towards the garage door then to his pocket. He reaches into pocket with his free hand, pulling out the device to see a video request from Diana.

It’s the first time he’ll see her since their conversation at the warehouse. He walks towards the back door to the outside, pushing back against it and swiping his thumb across the screen to answer the video call. Before he can say a word, she’s telling him where she is. He nods his head as he glances over his shoulder as he walks to his car. He drops the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it and pulling his car keys out. He unlocks the car and gets into the driver’s seat, locking the door behind him as he drifts his gaze to her. “— I’m here.”

#( x. threads )#( x. diana vronsky )

DIANA VRONSKY

“Like you don’t feel anything. Let’s not pretend that you aren’t looking straight through me right now.” A strange concept for Diana to harp over, the idea of emotional output, but she had stared at her own reflection in the mirror enough times to recognize a stony façade. The only difference being that where both of them fractured enough to allow each other to peer inside, he’d now gone and repaired his own while the blonde stood exposed; defenseless in all of the ways that she loathed. “I can’t get out. You said it yourself, they would send people after me if I took off. And abandoning my family… Can you honestly stand there and tell me that you would leave yours behind?” Going AWOL was somehow a worse betrayal and for all of her newfound disillusionment, she refused to forsake her brothers. “We agreed that I would find someone I felt safe with, someone who could help, and I did. You don’t get to vilify me for how I went about it.”

...

Jesse breathes out, turning his head to look away from her as he adjusts his stance. Dropping his arms down to his side, sliding his hands into the pockets of his pockets. It’s the doubt, it places a home deep inside of the male’s chest. How much did the Bratva know about his sisters? Tommy’s words scratching against his thoughts as he remains silent at her comment about looking right through her. Would he abandon his sisters? The way Isabella was cozy with Vasili on New Years despite everything he told her had him questioning whether or not his baby sister’s steps was going to be straight into the arms of his rivals. Again, the Syndicate Stg. of Arms remains silent. Swallowing, his head tilts down to look at his feet. “What’s next? He helps you by marrying you so no one suspects a thing?” He asks, the words are bitter as a scoff leaves his lips. His hand leaves his pocket to raise up towards his face, brushing his thumb along his lower lip.

Regardless of how it goes between the both of them, there’s only one path for him in this and it’s his death. Despite Rami’s questions to whether or not he wants out. Tommy had points, Jesse knew the ways to take down the Syndicate within seconds and knowing the Bravta? They’d use Diana to get him. There was no way for this to work and standing in this warehouse, picturing more secret meetings in this building. The first time he will meet his own child will be in this warehouse. All the first the child will have without him. All the holidays they will never have. His sisters will never get to be aunts. All these little things passing through his mind in this moment, his hand moving towards the collar of his shirt. Rami was aware of his betrayal and it was more than possible a target could be planted on his head at any given moment. Tommy’s voice playing in the back of his mind about how naive Jesse was for not thinking about the fact that Diana could have been using him. It’s a spiral he’s not even sure how he landed on. Maybe it’s the fact this is the first time he’s seen her since all the information has been thrown in direction. He clears his throat as he turns his head to look away from her as he holds back the stupid panic attack crawling against his skin. “I — It’s a great idea,” he mutters, shoving his hands back into his pockets. “I have to go meet Vi for her birthday,” something he did a few hours prior but that’s not something that needs to be known. Turning around, the male begins to walk away, his fingers curling into the palm of his hand inside his pockets. He reaches the door, pushing it open and letting it slam behind him.

END.

#( x. threads )#( x. diana vronsky )

FLETCHER WILLIAMS & TOMMY PEREZ

The Williams male of course isn’t without his own secrets. Since the moment she returned from the dead he had been doing what he could to decipher how that was even possible and while he knew the affiliation of his parents killer was most certainly Bratva, there was no telling that the same man was the one that raised his twin and or if she too had been tainted by the Russian organizing. Unfortunately for him, her being affiliated with the Bratva was the only conclusion he could come too even if he had yet to confirm his suspicions. And if such a fate were true — just what that meant for him given it lead to his second secret. The death of Anthony Perez, the traitor soldier and his best friends little brother. It was a secret he intended on taking to his grave, and one that teetered that little bit too close to the situation with his twin. If Brooke was Bratva, he would need to get her out or kill whoever came after her, the prior was certainly the cleaner option. Nevertheless, with the eldest’s admission of the third parties family having been connected to that of the Vronsky family, brows furrow and he turns his attention from Tommy back to Jesse as if awaiting his confirmation. To his surprise Jesse doesn’t deny it and instead offers a nod in response before continued. “You really think either of us would go after your family because of their shitty choice of company?” A humorless laugh rips free of the assassin and he shakes his head. “Your family, members or not fall under our protection. So you can cool it there, Rambo.” He added, truthfully Fletcher understood the other’s sentiment because if anyone Syndicate or not went after Grace, or even Brooke should her affiliations been deemed true - he would kill them. Fletcher Williams was as fiercely loyal to the organization as they came however, much like Jesse the one thing that came before his Syndicate family was what little remained of his blood family. “You think there’s a chance that they’re being used to get to you?” @tcmmyperez

It’s warranted, that twinge of a protective instinct that rises in any of them where their sisters are concerned. Barely an ember tonight, but under the right provocation it could be fanned into a flame that decimated absolutely everything in their paths. Having already lost one sibling to the nature of their business, Tommy held little qualms about putting down anyone else who threatened to subsequently snuff out Brielle’s light as well. “They’re not in the game,” he reassures after a solitary moment of thought. “Which makes ‘em safe from whatever bullshit loyalty we pledged. You’ll drive yourself up a wall harping over who regular civilians come into contact with and befriend, no matter how shitty they might be. Hell, I don’t even like seeing Brielle with Atticus and he’s basically Fletcher’s lapdog.” At the aforementioned man’s agreement, broad shoulders rise and fall in a quick shrug. “It goes without saying that all of us would defend our sisters before anyone else. Don’t gotta hide or explain that.” Settling both forearms against his thighs as he leans forward to mull the idea of a covert situation over, Tommy cants his head to either side. “Using family? Wouldn’t put it past ‘em.” Onyx hues shift to Jesse. “You’re a valuable target for your knowledge of the Syndicate’s security precautions alone. More so than either of us.” @jesscmarino

...

Jesse slowly plops himself down into the nearest chair, leaning forward as his hands brush together in front of him with his phone between them. He stays silent, listening to the words leaving his two best friends. A flicker of emotion flips through him when he realizes how deep his role runs and how easy it is to get to him through his sisters... through his heart. Inhaling, his dark hues fall towards the device between his palms. A moment of doubt that settles into the back of his mind. A single Syndicate secret has never left his mouth but the amount of information Diana has on him that she could use at any given moment if something were to fall apart between them. “My sisters know,” he says quietly, keeping his eyes from his brothers. “They don’t know the specifics of what I do but they know enough to know better when it comes to the Vronskys. Isabella found out a few weeks before Halloween and then obviously Violet found out after I told her since i knew if I didn’t Isabella would have. I haven’t talked to either of them since Halloween but they know.” He brushes his tongue along his lower lip, shaking his head. “I don’t think the Vronskys are using my sisters. Vasili and Isabella apparently had a thing while she was in college it’s the reason she isn’t seein’ that drug dealer anymore.” He clears his throat. “She knows about Vas and yet... I’m the one they are both pissed at because of my dad.” He doesn’t glance at Fletcher, knowing he’s the one person in his room who knows the truth about his family. “Then I found out in early December that my mom was aware I was involved and kept it from all of us after...” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m at a point where I’m worried I can’t trust my own blood. It’s bond to make anyone feel a little... suffocated.”

#( x. threads )#( x. fletcher williams )#( x. tommy perez )

DIANA VRONSKY

After nine months, she reads his expression like a book because it so thoroughly mirrors her own when under duress. Closed, impassive, unwaveringly stony. They had broached that sort of detachment around one another after the LITE bombing, but never to this degree and it jolts Diana into rarely viewed fervor. “Don’t look at me like that,” she snaps, ignoring the undercurrent of a plea behind dulcet tones. “It’s not ideal for any of us, but I’m trying to keep you alive. So when you think up a better idea, I’m all ears.” Quite frankly, to ask something with such enormous magnitude of Ryan and have him agree to it goes well beyond worrying over the duo’s comfort. Did she enjoy the cleverness of her own plot? Not exactly, but any questions would be easier to field with a metaphorical body double and keeping their heads above water requires sacrifice from both of them. “A dismissal? Really?”

...

Jesse breathes out, turning his head to look away from her. “Like what?” His own tone is detached as he looks back at her, crossing his arms over his chest as he let his eyes rest on her. His tongue brushing along his lower lip as he thinks about the fact he told one of the Ozdemirs about his discretion. “Gettin' the fuck out?” He said, the words of Rami repeating in his mind the last week. “Maybe not lettin’ our kid become the Bratva leader? Givin’ them something outside of secret warehouse meetin’s.” He scoffs as he stands there. “What more is there to say? You found another guy to play daddy. It seems like you said all you needed to say.”

#( x. threads )#( x. diana vronsky )

VIOLET MARINO

In Violet’s mind she was teetering on a tightrope walking carefully trying to make it on the other end where she and Jesse find a good place to be again. On the other hand she longs so much to return to what they’d had before, but it was hard now to look back on it and try to untangle it from where the lies had imbedded. Her conversation with her mother had illuminated a lot for her, it reaffirmed that small part of Violet that wished she’d called out what she thought to be true earlier. Except there was that cowardice that was in the fabric of who she was that held her back and taunted her now as if to say I told you so. “You came to the party?” she asked not sure if she noticed him during it. “Ended in a shit show in true Chicago fashion.” she chuckled throwing a quick smile to the bartender that places to full glasses before them. Vi hesitates to ask more about the work trip but decides against it. Jesse didn’t have to lie to her now if she didn’t set him up for it and honestly she doubted the details would satiate anything. “Holidays were weird of course,” Without you she thought but didn’t add, “Me and Isabella kinda did our own thing at her place her friends.” she explained bringing the drink up for a timid sip. “And my birthday’s been good, completed the entire checklist before noon this time!” There was always a list of things Violet had done in most recent years to celebrate her birthday; get a bouquet of violets for her place, leave a note to her future self somewhere random, rack up as many free gifts as she could, and to bake a pie. What those things had to do with this day were random at best but it had been a tradition she’d built on and if she was in Chicago on the day usually had her siblings participate in. “Almost burnt the pie though,” she laughed a bit already feeling more at ease.

...

Jesse tilts his head down to look at the bar, nodding his head at her words. For a second, the male realizes how separated all of them had been the last few months because if Violet didn’t even notice him at the part he’s sure that Isabella didn’t either. He holds the glass between his hands as he brushes his thumbs along the sides of it. “Yeah,” he clears his throat as he let his eyes focus on the liquor at the bottom of the glass. His conversation with Diana echoing in his mind as brings the glass up to his lips and takes a long sip of it. He turns his head to look over at her as he presses his lips together. “Sounds like fun,” he gives her a light smile. He wants to give her something other than the mess he knows he’s been the last few months. Somehow knowing he failed in all the way he didn’t want to but her words about the checklist pulls him out from the water that was threatening to drown him. A low chuckle leaves his lips as he nods his head. “I think you broke your record from last year.” He teases as another laugh leaves him. “What kind of pie was it?”

#( x. threads )#( x. violet marino )

RAMI OZDEMIR

Gracelessly, he drops into one of the adjoining chairs with an obvious combination of curiosity and wariness. The other man appears to be in a confessional of sorts and that brews another sort of discomfort, like being the unwitting receiver of a secret Rami doesn’t wish to hear today, or ever. Which, apparently, is not one of the choices granted to him as Jesse prefaces with a declaration that means very little as far as the eldest Özdemir is concerned. “Loyalty is like your virginity, it’s not my business how intact it is and I don’t care to know.” He’s only partially joking, because the truth remains that his own extends about as far as his bloodline. The actual business itself? The lofty aspirations passed on by his late father? Meaningless. But the admission pouring from Jesse is tantalizing enough to keep him rooted to his seat, waffling between a firm gaze upon the man’s face and a secondary instinct to look for some hidden camera. Though it’s clearly not a prank and when all is said and done, the dramatics offered up for his picking, Rami finally speaks. “O… Kay.” A lot to digest in one sitting, even as he attempts to wade through it with furrowed brows. “You do realize she’s second in command of the group that not only blew up my favorite nightclub, but also sewed my baby sister’s eyes shut, right? And you’re okay with that? Because I’d have a lot of reservations, personally speaking.” Violence isn’t a language he speaks often, but where his sisters and their safety are concerned, he actively refuses the pacifism approach. “I’m not involved in Syndicate team pride shit, Jesse. The only reason I handle financials is because I don’t trust anyone else to manage my trust.” Not his circus and definitely not his monkeys. “So what do you want me to do here? Talk Dilara out of the guillotine option? Tell you that you’re a dumbass for doing it? Fine, you’re a dumbass.”

...

It’s hard to believe but at Rami’s words, an expression that’s hard to read comes over his features because Diana and him don’t discuss business whenever they are around each other. Truthfully, only recently had the two of them done any talking at all. He’s not sure what to say the comments so instead tilts his head down to look at the spot on the floor between his shoes as he closes his eyes at the memory of what it was like to find Ezra abandoned for the world to see and it feels impossible to think Diana is the one behind that but he isn’t stupid enough to think she’s not. He breathes in deeply as he shakes his head at the male’s words. “I’m not okay with any of it,” he tells him although he’s not sure if it makes a different. He lifts his eyes up towards the male in front of him as he shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know,” it’s the truth. He can’t be sure what drove him to this point or what he was looking for after the confession. He brushes his tongue along his lower lip as he taps his foot against the ground. “Dumbass is an understatement.” He clears his throat. “I don’t know what to do,” it’s the truth. He has considered options the last few weeks but many of the come with downfalls. Maybe this is his way of not feeling like he has to constantly look over his shoulder or feel like he’s drowning.

#( x. threads )#( x. rami ozdemir )

GRACE WILLIAMS

Grace follows his gaze again and finds herself gritting her teeth. “Does she know..?” She asks, covertly pointing towards the Bratva member. She has enough of her own family drama to understand what he’s saying, and she shakes her head quickly when he offers to make someone jealous. “No, no, it’s not like that, I’m trying to buy some parts from overseas and I heard that guy has the hook up, but tough guy to get a hold of, that’s all,” she brushes it off and try as she might, she realises that her mind has drifted to her own siblings. She has not spoken to anyone about Brooke, terrified of all the feelings it would unleash, and she tries to look sympathetic. “You know, you Marino’s are the tightest sibling unit, whatever it is, you’ll get through it. I get it, Jesse, no matter what the shit storm is, it’s sort of our job as the eldest to smooth it over.” She looks back up at the art. “Whatever it is, is it bad?”

...

“Yeah,” it’s low when it leaves his lips as his eyes focus on the blonde and the Vronsky as his eyes drift towards the brunette and another Vronsky. “They both do.” He leans back against the bar, tilting his head down to look his feet as one of his hands slips into his pockets. For the first time in the last few months he wants to spill his guts out because he knows he can trust Grace but he also knows better to utter a word because it’s not her burden to bare. He turns his head to look over at her, furrowing his brows together. “Not sure I believe that but I’ll be here when you’re ready to tell the truth.” He chuckles lowly as he lets the amusement fade from his features when she brings up how the Marino’s are the tightest sibling unit. “Were,” he clears his throat as he looks back down towards his shoes. “It’s bad enough to the point where the both spent Christmas together... without me.” He taps his finger against the side of his glass. “I just... I don’t think I can fix this one, Grace.”

#( x. threads )#( x. grace williams )#( x. great gatsby nye ; event 003 )

DIANA VRONSKY

“Fine,” she clipped despite it being untrue, less concerned with herself and more put off by the hollow expression behind his eyes. “But you look like hell.” What once might have calmed her wavering figure now only serves to inspire an emotion that’s becoming rapidly more and more familiar–– guilt. Palms encircle those around the edges of her face, drawing them downward and pulling back just enough to meet Jesse’s gaze full on. “I can’t stay long.” In Ryan’s absence and with the recent attempt on her life, a different member of the security team had been sanctioned to watch the Underboss’ movements and she couldn’t risk being caught off-radar. “My bodyguard, Ryan, knows about everything. He agreed to help us and I trust him.” All good things on a surface level, but the way her voice lingers on that final word indicates worse news on the horizon. “When the time comes, we’re going to say that he’s the father.”

...

Jesse presses his lips together as two eyebrows raise up, a silent geez thanks as his hands slip into the pockets of his jeans. He remains silent, figuring this was going to be a short and sweet conversation simply because of the attempt on her life. “Okay,” he lifts his eyes up towards her, tilting his head to the side when she mentions the man who took a bullet for her knew everything about their relationship and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t filled someone in on it himself but the next set of words has a different expression come across his features. For the first time since the both of them met, the Marino male puts on the mask he wears around everyone else as he nods his head. He doesn’t need to ask why she thinks people would believe that story because it’s already being answered in his head. Breathing out as he nods his head again. “Seems like you thought of everything.” He states. He lifts his eyes to look past her before letting his gaze drift back towards her. “You should get back.”

#( x. threads )#( x. diana vronsky )

VIOLET MARINO

Violet shifted in her seat as she waited remembering why she didn’t like coming early because the waiting made her uneasy. With the radio silence she’d gotten from Jesse since they’d last spoken, not counting the text from today, she can’t help but feel like he might not show up. That she’d roped him into saying yes because it was her birthday. The distance between them felt monumental and suffocating all in the same breath and in spite of everything she missed her brother. She busied herself with her phone, responding to other messages she’d received and she didn’t notice the towering presence until he spoke. “Hey!” she greeted contrasting his tone with an enthusiastic one. She hesitated for a moment before getting up and wrapping an arm around him in a half hug. The awkwardness occupied the space around them and with a brief nod she sat down and gestured to the stool next to her. Flagging the bartender with a raised hand to indicate she was ready for those drinks. “Hey,” she said not realizing she’d repeated herself. “So…” she trailed trying to collect what it is she wanted to say. The voice of her mom and the words ‘I knew’ flashed into her mind before her gaze on Jesse softened. “How long was your work trip? Tiring?”

...

Jesse puts one arm around her to return the awkward half hug. After his trip to Oak Park, the long conversation with Rami and the slight relief of pressure on his chest now that he let someone in the Syndicates know about Diana. Although Rami is not someone who would snap his neck in the matter of seconds it still feels easier to breathe especially with all the suffocation of his family drama and their reactions to his years of lying but to the Ozdemir he should keep up the lying and not tell another soul about everything they talked about in the apartment which brings him full circle back to the fact his life will never not have secrets from someone. Not a single person will truly know everything on his mind and it’s something he’ll live with until the moment someone decides to take him out. “It was a few weeks, left a couple hours after the whole New Years Eve party crap and just came back two days ago.” He takes the glass placed in front of him, holding it between his thumb and index finger. “It was fine,” he gives her a soft smile. “What about you? How was... the holidays for you? How’s your birthday been?” Even when she lived across the damn country he feels like he knew more then verses how much he knows now.

#( x. threads )#( x. violet marino )

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