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#out of sight;

ellianafck-blog

As depressing as it may seem, it’s very true.

okcecil-blog

Uh, no? You're, like, fourteen. How can you be so sure about it?

#gc; fckkfaye #gc

jubibingbing

' Yeah—granmda Ceci, that's what I meant. ' She'd be lying if she said that didn't dull her worries. Maybe he was okay? She got up and sighed, biting her lip. ' So are you ready to go to dinner, or? Maybe you need some food in you. ' Cecilia masked the concern, willing a smile to come to her face.

okcecil-blog

Cecil felt a little better; not okay, but better than whatever it was he felt before. He silently prayed to any god or goddess he could think of. It's been what, five months since the last time it's happened. It lasted for hours. 'Cecelia must so fucking weirded out,' he thought. Cecil stood up from his spot and moved toward the door. "Yeah. They're waiting."

#gc; cecifck #gc #yeah lmao #took me ten years but i finished it

ellianafck-blog

okcecil-blog

That's actually kind of depressing. And not true.

#gc; fckkfaye #gc

jubibingbing

' No, you're not. C'mon, tell auntie ceci what's wrong, you're depressing me. ' She offered up a small smile, her attempt at a joke most likely failing, she knew. Cecilia didn't exactly know what was going on at the moment, but she knew she didn't like it. He looked surprised even though she'd done this on multiple occasions, and like he didn't know what was going on. It worried her.

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"You mean ‘grandma Ceci’,” he heard himself say. Cecil saw the consternation written on her face. Hopefully she would just ignore how he was behaving and drag him off the dinner, but he knew that was just wishful thinking. 'When will this be over?’ Cecil willed himself to act normal, but to no avail.

#gc; cecifck #gc #/soon/ i swear

jubibingbing

' You okay, man? ' She asked lightly, legitimately concerned for her friend right now. He seemed really off, not like his usual sarcastic self. Cecilia raised her eyebrows, going over to sit on his bed speaking in a slightly hushed tone. ' dinners ready--they sent me to tell you. Dude, you look like you just saw a damn ghost. '

okcecil-blog

Cecil looked at her. His thoughts scrambled. 'Does she know? Is she even really here?' He wanted to say, "No, I'm not. It's happening again," but those words were just in his mind. What came out instead was, "Y-yeah. Guess I just lost track of the time." He furrowed his brows, and tried his hardest to feel like himself again. Cecil tried his hardest, however, it all still felt like a dream.

#gc; cecifck #gc #lmao it is #tbh ive never watched degrassi i considered to for hunter n cam but one died and the other is 2 #much of a nerd thts it's embarrassing #i should get to my music paper ughgh

jubibingbing

The nurses had sent her—lunch was ready, and she guessed by their words he was in absence. She took her time to get to her friend’s room, standing at the door questionably when she heard noises. Yells—coming out of a computer game. She shook her head, rolling her eyes and knocking on his door lightly. ‘ Knock-knock, you geek. ‘ Cecilia didn’t exactly realize the look on his face as he looked at his fingers.

okcecil-blog

Cecil's eyes were fixated on his hands, his body. He hated this, this feeling, if it could even be called as such. The voices were still going, still shouting. He glanced up and saw their avatars scrabbling to defend their base, while he sat still, useless. One of his teammates just died. Then another. And another. They were being brutalized. A knock on the door tore his attention away from the screen. He heard Cecilia's familiar voice. It sounded hollow. 'You're just thinking things again,' he reminded himself. Cecil swivelled around to face her. "What's up?"

#gc; cecifck #gc #i'm laughin ghe was caught lookin @ nudes in tht gif by his sister #adn they were his sister's nudes but he didn't know omf f

cecifck replied to your post:cecifck replied to your post:cecifck replied to...

i tRIED DOING THAT SYMBOL ON MY PHONE IT NEVER WORKS IM

ツ is a japanese character which is probably why?????/

#cecifck #out of sight;#sorry for clogging your dash to whoever's reading this

jubibingbing

’ Shut your mouth, you have, like, the male version of my name—yours is just as bad. ‘

okcecil-blog

"Okay, valid point, Cilia. We both have shitty names."

#gc; cecifck #gc #cilia as in the organelle lmfao

cecifck replied to your post:cecifck replied to your post:"Dude, what the fuck...

to reply or not to reply that is the question

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we just don't know

#cecifck #out of sight;

jubibingbing

’ It’s offensive because, I mean, who wouldn’t want to be called my nickname, shithead? ‘

okcecil-blog

"There are people out there who actually want to be called your nickname? People need to get standards."

#gc; cecifck #gc

cecifck replied to your post:"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?! Are you even...

im sry i can just hear cecilia’s screams of ’ you fucking nerd ’ in the distance b y e

o h ym gOD i choked on my fukinwate r

#cecifck #i can see it happen though l m ao #out of sight;

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?! Are you even ther—" The voice echoed through to Cecil as he slowly removed his pristine black headset. The game was still going on on the screen. His hand was on the mouse, middle finger right-clicking to move his character away from danger. Though he barely escaped getting killed, Cecil felt nothing. No relief, no happiness. No comfort. Nothing. He tried typing 'srry brb', to feel the sleek keys of the board, but he only saw fingers—'My fingers,' he reminded himself—move. When his finger hit 'Enter', his apology was met with words of anger and relentless cries of outrage through the headset. He wasn't upset by them. He wanted it to happen. Wanted them to yell at him. But still, none of their words met him. Cecil read the messages, heard their words, but at the same time, he didn't. Not really. His body was like oversized armour and he the small, cowardly knight, sitting in silence.