#thedaniel-wright

[hxlfcrxzy]

It was early evening, still some elements of daylight in the sky, enough for Card to feel safe as he quickly made his way to Daniel’s. It had been a few weeks since he had been released from the medical ward and he had yet to check in on his friend after their own trauma’s at the slaughter ring. Yet another person Cardelle could have been there for but hadn’t been able to.

He arrived at Daniel’s, pressing himself up against the door as he knocked, as if the hood over his head wouldn’t hide his identity enough. When Daniel answered, Card gave him a genuine but tired smile. “Hey Dan,” he said, shuffling his feet into the ground for a moment, “big ask but...can I crash here for a couple nights?”

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[hxlfcrxzy]

The bar was surprisingly quiet for this time of day, but that shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise considering the night before had been the Winter Ball. People were still delicate...in more ways than one it seemed. Hearing the state that Lucky was in was...upsetting. What was happening to Claudette too wasn’t right and it had rattled him. 

At some point he’d sent a message to Daniel, the last person he’d seen today and therefore the first person he’d thought of when wanting someone to join him. The two got on well enough so it wouldn’t be weird for him to join for a drink. Even if Cardelle was on his third.

He ushered the other to the booth with a small smile on his face. “I didn’t know what you were drinking so I ordered you the same as me,” he slid the beer bottle across the table to him. “This one’s on me...as thanks for sticking around earlier today.”

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[hxlfcrxzy]

[text] Daniel: ...if i got abducted..would you look for me, man?

[text] Cardelle: of course I would! What kind of question is that?

[elliexmay]

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Contact Picture;

Name;

Danny 

Ringtone; 

That’s My Type - Saweetie

Texts;

Better not forget my chocolate!  Please be safe.

[elliexmay]

“If I told you I hate you, what would you do?”

Hate. They weren’t lying when they said hate was the strongest word. More than love, more than any term of adoration. Love, you could disbelieve. Hate had to come from the deepest, darkest place in the heart. And for it to claw its way out, ugly and raw, there was no way it couldn’t be true. But the more sickening realization--the one that tore this girl’s gut to shreds--was that his love, too, had to be true. For wasn’t hate just love, inverted? Upside down and backwards? Could you hate someone you never loved? No, it had to be the same love, just bruised and ruined. Hurt and betrayed. Dismembered; just looking for a sweet release.

He hated her. It had to be true. And it was her that did it. But her eyes, sad and glossy with tears, couldn’t tear away from his. What would she do, he asks. Would her heart still beat in her hollow chest? Would her lungs still gasp for air? The truth is, yes. Nothing would cease. And nothing would change. Except for, perhaps, her desire. Her will. Is a person still a person without those things? She didn’t know. Could she still be herself without him? She didn’t think so. 

So, with a smile, matching the sadness in her eyes, she shakes her head at him. “Whatever you want me to do.” Because, alas, he couldn’t possibly hate her more than she hated herself. 

[calcmityys]

[text] Daniel: ...hey. Long time no talk.

[ lia ] : Daniel !!

[ lia ] : I’m so glad to hear from you. 

[ lia ] : Are you okay ?? I lost you at the ring and then there was the collapse...I was worried something had happened