@ofreligion
the apparent confirmation of melanie rivera’s death reminded dick that life was fragile. it was a meek little thing, so easily cast aside. and it was everywhere, as the posters of her obituary were plastered all over the university like a sick advertisement. he hated not being able to go anywhere without having to stop and stare at the once - adorable picture of his former girlfriend and her cat. it left his stomach in knots every time--melanie rivera was seemingly dead. gone forever, without so much as a goodbye. dick had his fair share of ex partners, but it was weird to think that one of them was no longer with the rest.
he found himself texting michal. it was unspoken, but they had the sort of connection that could carry him through a difficult time like this. only, the last time they had truly spoken had concluded with him telling her to fuck off, for his heart had just been shattered by melanie. he knew she would meet him nonetheless. she had a heart of gold, and even though she could be stubborn, he knew she cared. that was her fatal flaw. he loitered outside of her door for a few minutes, unsure of what he was going to say. he didn’t know. he just needed a hug, honestly. dick quietly rapped his knuckles against the wood. “michal? it’s me.”