I'm not a guppy.

"We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch-- we are going back from whence we came." -John F. Kennedy Ford Poisson | 16 | Sophomore

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[wildly-romantic]

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That’s because we’re stuck in love.

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Closure || Melord || Closed

Missy: *her breathing slowed as she calmed herself down* I will always love you, Ford, for as long as there is water in the ocean, I will love you. Goodbye.

Ford: *breathes in return* And I will love you as long as there are stars in the sky. *he hears the click on the other end and keeps his phone there for a few seconds, eyes shutting before he hangs up and lets the device slip to the bed*

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Closure || Melord

Missy: *breathes deeply before speaking* No, Ford, I know you didn't. I don't regret loving you either, you molded me into a better person. You saw what no one else could and made me believe that I could be good. You broke down everything I spent my life building up. I, I wish it didn't ever have to end, you and I... *her voice trailed off* Thank you, Ford, for calling me.

Ford: *his tone softens significantly as he presses his lips together* It won't end, not really... you will always own my heart, no matter where physically in the world I am or what school I attend. But I can't selfishly hold you back. *he swallows softly* And thank you, Missy, not only for listening but just for... for everything.

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Closure || Melord

Missy: *talking through sobs* You're right. It isn't fair, *voice rising in anger* it isn't fair that you did this to me! I told you from the start that I don't do this, this, this kind of thing. *her voice is softer now, almost inaudible* You broke me Ford, you broke me.

Ford: *hot tears prick in his eyes as he bites his tongue so roughly it bleeds, the coppery taste flooding throughout his mouth as he rasps in return* Do you think I wanted this, Missy? Do you honestly think I wanted to break you, to hurt you? I'm not some monster that set out with this intention; I never meant to fall in love! Okay? I didn't mean to, but I did. And do you honestly believe I take pleasure from this-- from your pain? Missy, I was a stammering, broken little boy when I met you. But you built me up. You awoke a part of me I didn't know even existed. And it absolutely -kills- me to do this to you, but I don't regret falling in love with you. I may regret making it end this way, but I don't regret showing you just how beautiful you are and making you happy, no matter how brief a duration it was for.

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Closure || Melord

Missy: *wipes the falling tears off of her cheeks* B-b-but what about always? Ford you promised you wouldn't hurt me. *covers her mouth and lets out a sob* Ford, y-you can't do this to me. You can't.

Ford: Missy, whether or not I'm physically beside you won't change the fact about how I'll always love you. *his voice is soft but wavering* Aren't I hurting you now, Missy? By not being there? It's not fair that I should expect you to continue loving me when I'm not there at your side, there to hug you when you need me.

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Closure || Melord

Missy: *rubs her temple with a shaky hand* I liked here better when you were here *small chuckle* wh-what do you mean? I thought you were o-only staying for a few months?

Ford: I would hope so. *smiles even though she can't see him* Well, that was the original-- that was definitely the original plan. But I... I've come to realize that it's unfair, me leading you on like this, and I know how royally I screwed up. What you deserve is someone who won't hurt you, and that's why I haven't been back yet. But I'm still... I'm still leading you on, really, by not... *sighs deeply, shaking his head and struggling to find the right words* Missy, I've enrolled in a high school here, and I'm not sure how long I'll be here. I just... *trails off, unsure how to continue as his voice catches*

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Closure || Melord

Missy: *takes a shallow breath* I, I am okay. How is, uh, Florida?

Ford: It's... Florida-y. I liked it better when you were here with me. [beat] Anyhow, I thought I'd-- I thought it'd only be fair to give you some, uh, some closure of sorts or whatever, since I don't really know when I'll be coming back to WDPA.

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Closure || Melord

Missy: *tightly shuts her eyes before continuing* H-hi, F-ford.

Ford: *lies back on his pillows, gaze focused on the dolphin mobile hanging from his ceiling* How, uh, how are you? Well, I hope?

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Closure || Melord

Missy: Hello?

Ford: *pauses, his breath hitching in his throat for a moment as though forgetting how to breathe* Um... hi. Hi, Missy.

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Closure || Melord

Ford: *phone ringing*

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[sent in a big brown package labeled BE CAREFUL! BOTH FRAGILE AND LIQUID-Y]

Merry Christmas Ford.. I'm still sorry about everything, and I'm glad we're on good terms now, but anyways, here's a few little somethings I think you'd like.

A dolphin clock, which is also a keychain, so you can check the time and have your pal Tiki represented on your keys whenever you like.

A blue blanket, in case it gets cold in Florida. I've heard it rains there, maybe it gets cold, too.

A betta fish, which you are free to name whatever you like, but I believe he looks like a Frederick.

And a tank and starter kit for your little guy, just make sure to change his water.

Thanks for being so cool, keep your chin up, love.

-Raphi

Ford rummaged through the package carefully, eyes widening in surprise when he discovers the fish. Immediately, he scurries over, fills the bowl up with the supplies, and waits for the water to be neutralized before letting Frederick into and watching him putz about. "Hello, Frederick," he spoke quietly, waving a bit in greeting before him smiled and attached the watch onto his backpack, as not to forget it when he returned to California. With the blanket, he settled it at the foot of the bed, and he couldn't help but run his fingers over the soft thread. It was nice to have such lovely friends.

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Merry Christmas, Kiddo! Here's a lil somethin' so ya don't go missin' home so much. Jock.

Ford smiled at the present; he would have to put this back in his dorm room and turn it on whenever he felt homesick.

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For the Floundering Ford, I got you a book about marine biology since, honestly, I know how much you love the sea and apparently this book has new discoveries, so I hope you enjoy it now that it's  updated. I also got you Flounder because--for a thousand reasons you remind me of him a lot, plus he's a fish and he's not a guppy. :) Merry Christmas!

With lots of love, 

Vanessa

Ford smiled widely at the gifts, and he placed the Flounder plushie beside his stuffed Dolphin. Nessa knew him well, and he was eager to discover just what other mysteries marine biologists had recently discovered, so he wasted no time in tearing into the pages, eyes scouring over ever little detail.

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[mailed to Ford's house in Florida, arrives Christmas Eve]

Dolphin's are said to symbolizes joy and compassion. Despite everything that's happened Ford, you still represent that, especially to me. Dolphins, like Tiki, can perform miracles, just like you can, if only you start to give yourself a bit more trust. You're a miracle to me, even when I'm mad at you.

The mobile I made one night when I couldn't sleep. Ironically I made it for you because I know how many nights you stay up, restless in your bed staring at the ceiling. I hope this makes staring at your ceiling a bit more tolerable.

Ford didn't open the package until he was safely alone in his room, without having to worry about his parents prying. Carefully-- meticulously, even-- undoing the wrapping, he withdrew the crystal dolphin and held it in his palms; it was weighty, just like his love for her, but in a good way. He pressed his lips together as his finger danced over the glimmering surface; it was just perfect. He settled it on his bedside drawer, where it caught the light of his lamp and sent rainbow reflections dancing across his walls. With the mobile, he rose and attached it to an empty hook before he settled down, folded his hands on his stomach, and proceeded to watch the fish dance about in the breeze coming in from his window. He would never take it down.

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Call: Missy

Missy: I don't want to share you. I guess I should accept that you're nice and kind and people want to be around you. I can't blame them, I just, I want you to be mine. I thought I was special being invited for Christmas, I didn't expect to be one a few.

Ford: You were special. [shakes his head as he corrects himself] You -are- special. I just, I didn't want anyone to be alone, and I know I should have spoken to you both. I'm not really sure what I was thinking. I know better; I should have cleared everything up before speaking, but I always run my mouth before my brain. [sighs] Missy, you have to understand: I am yours. I, complete with my utter stupidity, am wholly yours, no one else's.