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a fucked up kissing meme ;; ACCEPTING
@deadrczes
10. a kiss accompanying my muse injuring yours.
What what what?! Did I do that? That's a lot of blood...
“I'm—” —in so much trouble. Her apology came out a jumbled, frantic, mess of a sob, the tears flowed down her cheeks, smudged eyeliner & mascara ran down in little streams of blackened rivers. Her heart felt like it would explode out of her pores, her trembling knees threatened to give away her strength; she felt like she would fall over & die at that very moment. Just fucking die... It made no sense. The fire in her made no absolute fucking sense, it was just a mess—a cocktail of grief, sorrow, anger—at herself? Not quite. Nothing made sense anymore. She felt like she was going to be sick, the scent of iron was sickening but that's not what was making her sick... She hurt Jackson. Would he... do the same? To her? “I am so sorry!” It was true—sort of. Stepping forward, her legs felt like jello, almost like she had forgotten the basic functions of walking when reaching over to Jackson, she half-stumbled, her hands were shaking violently when reached out to touch him—she couldn't... she couldn't.
Though Ramona hung in the air, her reluctance was unavoidable, she wasn't thinking clearly anymore, just doing, she carefully placed a 'loving' kiss to the other side of Jackson's cheek, brushing the corner of his lips, it felt more like a plea than an apology... she couldn't actually bare to kiss his lips. Something told her she shouldn't, something told her he wouldn't like that she was hesitating, something told her maybe she should run or maybe she should continue clawing at his face, dig out his eyeballs, tear out his throat, then run, run as fast as she could without turning back, didn't matter where she'd go, just as long as she went.
But she didn't, she chose to stay.
