Everything Changes

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❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜

« well, the problem seems – you see – to be…wanting anything, out of the world. as for actions having meaning, well. they sure do have consequences. »

sitting in the grass, enjoying the sun on their faces — rather idyllic. Trapped in their own little prison of Royce’s making, it could be worse.

he looks over to the man sitting beside him, looks at Boxer in all of his jacketed glory, and decides that the ground is a much better host to his back. The blue sky – a blue sky that he didn’t choose, wonderfully enough – reflects in his eyes. A strange sense of peace is there, too.

could be much worse, indeed.

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❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜

« Oh we carry much more than that. much more. »

Royce’s chin rests in the palm of his hand, staring down at Red from his perch on the transistor. His words are soft, mumbled. There’s a subtle buzzing in his words, something electronic.

His gaze moves from Red to the horizon, curling into himself imperceptibly.

« But, yes, loneliness…is probably one of the. larger burdens, so to speak. »

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@thoughtbled : / / because the world is ending tonight ] ]

   ://_ she is on the floor on her knees when the other presence startles her from her own thoughts; a blessing in disguise though she has no recollection of giving him a key. shreds of tonights program are scattered around her and the carpet is stained with wine from where she’d thrust the glass against the wall– perhaps there is blood too, but she has gone blind to the smell of it. 

          ‘ how… ‘ her voice trembles in the unsteady quiet of her home and she almost reaches out to him but there is hesitation. 

          there is always hesitation where Royce is involved. 

          ‘ how was your work today ? ’ she asks as if she can simply disregard the state of her own affairs, distract him somehow from what she’s become in the wake of losing h e r Red to an undeserving scoundrel with nothing to his name but a set of fists. 

            ‘ certainly you came here seeking something from me ? if so how may i assist you? ‘ 

the architect has a mind like a steel trap — one that takes no prisoners. he catalogs everything he can about everyone he can, partially as a safety measure, partially as a means to an end.

that being said, he can say that he knows Sybil very, very well.

« I think it’s time that we...took a step back. from this. »

he notes the torn and sullied decor of the home, gently pulling Sybil from her destructive reverie —

« We ought to, take a moment. Re-evaluate our. priorities. »

[draumers]

a softer world sentence starters.

❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜ 

❛ how do you say goodbye to someone who was never there? ❜

❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜

❛ there are some people who believe a photo captures their soul. ❜

❛ if you love something let it go. ❜

❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜

❛ there are some secrets i will take to my grave, but i don’t want loving you to be one of them. ❜

❛ you can still back out before anyone gets hurt. ❜

❛ i said i’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. i guess that’s my problem. ❜

❛ kindness won’t save anyone. ❜

❛ for a long time i thought i deserved better. but the truth is we both deserve better than this. ❜

❛ i wish there was a word that meant “goodbye” for someone who was already gone. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜

❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜

❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜

❛ love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid. ❜

❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜

❛ i wish i had a dollar for every dollar’s worth of work i did. ❜

❛ we are empty inside and hollow. hoping something sweet will make its nest in us. ❜

❛ we’re too far from help. ❜

❛ monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid. ❜

❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜ 

❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜

❛ they always trust me to be someone who i don’t even want to be. ❜

❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜

❛ you are never here. you are always almost there. ❜

❛ you and me will die the way we lived, telling ourselves stories to make it mean something. ❜