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𝐈. 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 *𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒*, 𝐅𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘, 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒. butterflies fluttering around his stomach wildly, held him back from even speaking words, anything slipping passed his lips were a murmured mess of stutters. her beauty knew no bounds — to owen, there was no one prettier — his fingers interlocked with hers as his eyes stare into hers, lovingly — he can only bring himself to meet her smile with his own. they’d snuck out of their duties — sure, he was a bad influence at times, but there were plenty of guards, and if anything they could blame their carelessness of her father, following in his example, or some excuse along those lines. ❛ i wish that we could stay here forever — i like… uh… i really like being with you, abby. ❜ it was a huge understatement, but what else was he to say, love? he didn’t know the feeling outside of familial, but if there was anything that would come close to what his thought surrounding love were, it was abby. ❛ you’re so pretty, sure, you can be kinda mean sometimes — ❜ he gives a small laugh nudging her gently — god when she smiled he could feel his face flush red his heartfelt as though it would burst from his chest, overfilled with emotions. ❛ i really think i am in love with you, abigail anderson. ❜ he exhales breathlessly — she leaves him speechless. he leans in slowly — he’s scared of messing up, but when she doesn’t push him away, in fact when she moves forward towards him, he can’t help but crack a smile before his lips meet hers — its like magic, sparks as soon as his lips touch hers. it was love — he didn’t care what anyone else thought — he was madly in love with her.
𝐈𝐈. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 — 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇, 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄, 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇. sorrow is an odd thing — when dealing with grief, how are you expected to handle it? owen was unsure… he could hardly bring himself to cry, he felt as though he was dreaming — his whole family gone in an instant and now he felt truly alone — hugging his knees close to his chest his breath is uneven and wild. she steadies him when her hands are placed onto his knees. ❛ abby… ❜ its a weak whisper with a smile, he laughs painfully — he thinks himself an idiot… how distraught did he look, cooped up in his room hugging himself — he never meant to make anyone worry for him, but by the look in her eyes, he could see that she was just that; worried. when she offered a smile of comfort he let his walls fall, and the tears along with them, he cried silently — he presses a tear-soaked kiss to her hands that are still placed on his knees. they sit in silence — it’s a moment that will stick with him until the day he dies — he was pathetic yet she didn’t look upon him with pitying eyes, rather she offered him comfort, she was strong where he was weak. she was everything he wasn’t. ❛ thank you. ❜ a hoarse whisper breaks through his silent sobs.
𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 — 𝐇𝐄’𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐔𝐏 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. she shakes violently — it tears him apart as he watches her, it causes rage to boil inside of him, this is what she had become — broken and haunted by the memories. he cursed himself mostly, if only he had been strong enough to stop joel, if only he had been strong enough to stop her from seeing her fathers corpse, maybe all of this would hurt less, though he knew that was far from the truth, he’d experienced loss, but not like this — her pain was tearing her apart inside and out. his fingers gently tuck stray pieces of hair behind her ear. he leans down and presses a kiss to her temple — a small hint of regret hits him as she awakens violently. ❛ hey — hey… shh… its just me. ❜ he quickly pulls her into his arms. ❛ i’ve got you, abby. ❜ he holds her whispering words of comfort until he can quietly lull her back to sleep — though his eyes were heavy, she was more important than sleep, her pain was ever-present, and it brought about his own. he couldn’t add fuel to her fire — he had to be her constant peace, he would fight to make sure she would know happiness again — he’d do anything to make sure this anger doesn’t consume her. ❛ i love you, abby. ❜ he whispers, pressing yet another kiss to her tearstained face.
𝐈𝐕. 𝐀 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 — 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 — 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 — 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄. with each stroke he pours his heart and soul into the painting — her favorite flowers surrounding her, lighting up her life in the for of art — at least that is the idea, he was a hopeless romantic at times — especially when it came to abby, she had him by the heartstrings and he’d do anything to bring about a smile to her constant pout. though imperfect in his artistic skills, he worked hardest on abby, no matter how much he worked, he couldn’t capture her beauty, no matter how much he had improved at painting, drawing, none of it mattered, with each passing day she got more and more mesmerizing. he found himself awestruck by her — where he was simple. there was a part of him that was afraid of losing her, perhaps he was lost in the clouds too often, he was a dreamer who dreamt of the day they could have peace — abby wanted her justice, and a part of owen wanted it too, he couldn’t deny that joel had torn away parts of himself that he desperately wanted back, his strength had changed though — 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 — there is strength in forgiveness — but he couldn’t string together words to make abby believe in him, hell, he could hardly convince himself of this. as he stroked away at the painting, his thoughts filled with her — how she used to smile when there wasn’t a lingering pain behind her eyes, his heart sank. ❛ she’s gonna hate it. ❜ he laughed to himself as he stared at the mess of wet paint on the canvas. he presses his paint-stained hands to his lips and to the painted abbys. ❛ one day you’ll be this happy again, abby — won’t rest til you are. ❜ he laughs once more at himself — how stupid he must be to speak to his poorly painted portrait of abby. ❛ i’ll bring back your smile — promise. we’ll be happy again. ❜
𝐕. 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐃 — 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄. 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐉𝐎𝐘 — 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘. he lies in a pool of his own blood, red running from the sides of his mouth, he can do naught but choke on his own blood — his last thoughts are of her, he wonders if she’ll get the final note he wrote to her that he shoved into a pocket of his backpack, his eyes are wet and red as the pain surges through him, he can feel his consciousness slipping, he tries his best to hold on — just to see her one last time… to say his final goodbye, but its unrealistic, by the time she returns with lev and yara, he’ll be cold, and gone forever. he’d hurt her for the final time — he’d never get the chance to apologize for all of the pain he put her through, instead he would take it to his cold, shallow grave. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫: i feel silly writing this abby, as I’m writing this, there’s so much i wish i could get on this stupid piece of paper, but feelings don’t really work like that, and you know me. i was never too good with writing out my feelings. we’ve been through so much together, abs. if you die on that goddamn island i will never forgive myself. i wanted to come with you, i wanted to help you. to help lev. i know… i know everything with mel and us is so messed up right now… but you… you still have my heart abby… i love you, god, i love you so much. do you remember when we first found this aquarium? abby i know that we can make this work… just come back to me. please come back to me and bring those kids back safe… i’ll be here waiting for you so we can leave together, and find the fireflies. together. lets find our home. owen, your “uber goober”
@wolfvael
