that one ending in TPOF where Celia comes back and she KNOWS u poisoned her Brandy and makes you chug it with her is literally peak romance and nobody can convice me otherwise.
Her forcefully cradling you in her arms, your cheek pressed against her boobs as the liquid sloshes around in her bottle and splashes on the two of you. She's a mess yet she doesn't care to hide it not because she feels like you and her have a special bond, but because these are her last dying moments and she gets to spend it with an otherwise pretty face. When her mouth starts bubbling with foam of white and her grip on your hair and waist start to tighten, if you just strain your ears hard enough you might hear her attempt last scoldings for both you and herself.
She scolds herself for ever joining that advertising firm and drowning herself in the wakes and ladders of something she's unsure she was ever made to swim in. She scolds you for being so alienated towards your shared dynamic. You both know that she needs this, so why do you refute it with every oppurtunity you get—going as far as to do this to her. You knew you had practically no life before meeting her. You had already become a slave to the living that you knew you hated. You choked beneath your own humiliation and spinelessness day after day, before you were swept up by Fox. Deep down in a corner you would never want to explore, you knew you needed her but it was the overwhelming human urge to escape your unfamiliarity and go back to licking your prison bars that would overcome any captive.
She just silently wished you would've been more complacent about her wants and needs. Even when the shine in her eyes dullened and they shifted into hard rocks of colored boulder glued to the ceiling, she still knew in her heart that she would drag you deep down into whatever river awaited the two of you in death because she would be damned if she let something with as much hidden gall as you ever leave her sight.
