#blindedbird

[28dayz]

' hey, doc. what are your thoughts on the apocalypse? '

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"don't go."

that night had been a mistake on both their parts.

they'd been so blissfully unaware of the fuck-up they'd made, lost in one another's kisses and breaths and touches and sounds. it really was like a dream come true while it happened, but when it ended, will felt sick. it felt wrong. he felt like they were only licking one another's wounds after their betrayal.

perhaps it's cold to be leaving so soon. he'd been planning to leave once she fell asleep, but evidently his movements had stirred her from her slumber and caused her to be distraught. will swallows as he touches her cheeks, wiping away the forming tears at the corners of her eyes.

' i'm sorry. i can't--can't do this. '

and never in his life did he dream he'd be the one to reject alana. but she knew just as well as he they couldn't go on playing this game. either their nights spent together meant something, or they might just stop meeting one another once and for all.

[tentatherapist-archive-blog]

blindedbird

        ❝ i hate psychology. ❞

                   it's evident that she's feeling awful by the way she's                    tucked in on herself, by the way her blonde hair is carelessly                    mused about her head, by the way her eyes hold fear,                    and fear, and tragedy. and so excuse her if she's talking                    without attention to her audience, and excuse her if she's                    talking with little care about anything at all.

        ❝ it's supposed to give all these explanations, all           these answers, but they're never the answers anyone wants           to hear. when i was thirteen, after five therapists, i knew           why i was depressed, why i was antisocial, and why i resented           my mother, but no one ever told me how to fix it. and now it's           the same shit on a new day. ❞

[ilmxstro]

           "Do you have a favorite composer, Alana?     I don't mean to boast, but I've an uncanny musical     library in this head of mine."

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✉

[ text ] I tried to gradually lead her into my room but she wouldn't stop crying and quoting memoirs of a geisha

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☻, ☠, ✖ bruh

☻:Person who could without a doubt make them happy.

alana, probably, at least post-season 2 where they're able to nurse one another back to health and confide in one another about their feelings. and abigail, to an extent, though he still feels guilty about her.

☠:Their worst habit.

drinking and biting his lips.

✖:A trait they despise in people.

nosiness, people who pry too much--lookin at u, lounds

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life for will graham and alana bloom at the moment was, well, difficult, to say the least. he'd narrowly avoided arrest by the skin of his teeth, and she had to go through physical therapy because of a fractured spine. at least every day she seemed ot be doing a little better, walking more and staying out of her wheelchair. she carried on with her job despite her handicap, and he found her visiting his home much more.

and she was the only one who seemed to be able to soothe the wounds of betrayal that he had.

yet he hadn't been the only one who had been betrayed. she, shoved out of a window, he, stabbed in the gut and left to die. both because of the same person, the same doctor who had gone missing months ago after that whole fiasco. will had returned to teaching at the university, but no one had called him for fbi work in a long time. he was glad for that. his ability to empathize with killers always disturbed him greatly.

he's feeding his dogs one morning when a barking reaches his ears, causing him to look up. applesauce is bounding towards him and winston immediately runs to greet her, panting and wagging his tial. not far behind applesauce is alana, limping towards him with a cane in her hand to help her balance and stop her from falling so easily.

will greets her with a smile.

' you're way too young to be using a cane, ' he calls to her, setting the bag of dog food upright and stepping off his porch to greet her properly.