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Anonymous Mon 29 Jul 2024 00:59:56 No.67798223 Report

>>67798202
A continuation of this if you'd please.

Anonymous Mon 29 Jul 2024 01:21:09 No.67798787 Report

>>67798223

>It's a long while before any words are spoken between the three of us. The absurd weight and pressure on the little friend group I'd called home for the last few years now enough to break it. Or at least chip it.
>The silence is ended as Fang makes plans
>"We're going to approach her tomorrow."
>"Do we have to?" I already know the answer.
>"Reed..." their voice is pleading. I nod.
>"I...want to come." My eyes shoot to Anon, who has now spoken for the first time in quite a while. I stare at him in disbelief.
>"You don't have to."
>"I want to."
>I glance to Fang who merely shakes their head. I relent.
>A few questions are poked my way to quash the incoming awkward silence.
>"Your parents are fine with him staying here?"
>I nod at them. "Sorta. I told them a friend was down on his luck and needed a place to stay until graduation."
>Fang sucks in air through their teeth.
>"Reed..."
>"I know. I'll tell them eventually." I get a squeezed hand as my heart beats slowly and warily.
>"If you need anything you can call." Fang's speaking to Anon, now.
>He nods at them, eyes full of gratitude. The gratitude threatening to breach and run down his face.
>I sigh and hug him. Letting him know that this won't break us. Can't break us.
>Fang stares at the floor.
>The end of the day finds it's way onto us long before it feels like it should have. Emotional strife tends to do that, it seems.
>Fang heads home and I reluctantly make space. I'm not ready for that conversation with my parents yet. Not sure if I'll ever be.
>They return, we have a shared dinner where they more or less grill Anon about his life. It wounds me to not be able to step in and defend him. Tell them off. I swallow the pain and let it sit right on my soul. If I was tougher, maybe.
>He's a trooper and plays along. It sends my heart aflutter. If only we didn't have to shy away.
cont.

Anonymous Mon 29 Jul 2024 01:28:37 No.67799011 Report

Quoted By: >>67799250

>>67798787
>Finally we get a moment alone, right before it's time to turn in. It's spent the same way as last night. Gentle cuddling and assurance. I peck a kiss onto his forehead. I get one back on my neck. Yearning and need live in my heart. I pull away with one last mouth-to-mouth embrace and I retire. The absence of his presence makes it a rough night.
>Dawn, well dawns and I step into the living room, dressed and ready. He is too. He's wearing a serious look, ready for whatever fight may come. And it will come. Trish will make sure of that.
>I smile gently and glance to the kitchen where my parents reside. I chance it and go for a quick peck. Electric touches my nerves where we share flesh. It's almost too much.
>We skip breakfast and head straight to class, a quick goodbye to my parents right as we leave. I couldn't eat if I tried, my stomach too full of worry to hold any breakfast.
>It's a short walk, not but a few minutes but the dread of what's to come might as well make it a full marathon. No words are spoken between Anon and I as we go. We're much too busy speaking to Trish in our own heads to worry each other with small talk.
>We don't even get to the front gate. A block away and Fang and Trish await us.
>The anger rises and I feel my hands ready themselves. Ready to make true on the violence promised. I hold them back, if only for the moment.
>Their body language could fill a novel. Trish explanatory and trying to make her point. Fang closed and distant. It's already over. There's nothing more to move forward on, just clean and cold acceptance.
>Anon, who I'd assumed would shy away from the struggle, steps in front of me. Determined to speak. I let him. He's the one at the forefront of this, after all.
>We're within a few paces now and his voice, shaky and unsure, draws attention.
cont.

Anonymous Mon 29 Jul 2024 01:38:42 No.67799250 Report

Quoted By: >>67799461

>>67799011
>"Trish. We need to talk."
>She recoils in disgust. I feel every single moment I'd spent with Trish fall to the wayside to be replaced by her reaction. I feel my claws dig into my palms. I could hurt her. I want to clamp that mouth shut forcefully. I hold back.
>"Why? Why do all this? Why not just talk to me?" His voice is cracking already.
>The emotion doesn't reach her. Or if it did she made a motion to stomp notion in the dirt.
>"I'm not going to let some skinnie come in and tear the band up. Fang, cmon."
>There's no support from the ptero.
>"Reed." I'm addressed now.
>"He's putting wedges between us, look." she gesticulates.
>I say nothing.
>"Come on! Look at what he's done so far!" she pleads. That cold emotion returns to me. An empty realization. An ending.
>"Besides it's his own fault." Where a soul once lived is now only occupied by a flowering anger. Blossoming into something resembling a blood rose, yet even deeper red. It's color clouds my vision.
>"He can't even come clean to his parents, what makes you think he's any good f-"
>Her mouth is forcefully shut. Not by her, or even by me. But a silvered ptero.
>The strike is heavy. Heavier than I'd let across her. It was desperate and filled with intent.
>"YOU!" Fang's voice booms. Trish stumbles back and looks up in fear.
>"How. Long?" The sentence hammers like a blacksmith working a red-hot blade.
>"W-what?" Trish stammers
>"How long have you seen us a tools?"
>Trish blinks a few times in disbelief.
>"The band, our classes, hell even my fucking Identity. All you. It's like a curtain is being pulled back. How long have you been doing all this?" Fang's voice is an echo of an incredible sorrow. Loss and hatred spew from them, onto Trish.
>She has no answers. That wasn't a good choice.
>"I always thought you knew better. Knew how to help us be happy and appreciated." Fang scoffs.
>"It took this to show me the truth, huh? What a dumbass I am." An utmost disgust falls in.
cont.

Anonymous Mon 29 Jul 2024 01:48:30 No.67799461 Report

Quoted By: >>67799623

>>67799250
>"Fang-" Trish's sentence ends as soon as it begins. Instead Fang's voice rings true.
>"Do not call me that." All three of us are taken aback.
>"F-Fang?" I even question them.
>"My name is Lucy. Before I let someone tell me it wasn't." The divide is shown clear now. Fang, Lucy found a foothold.
>"Fang don't be-"
>"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
>As if the command was a spell life itself seemed to slow. Birds quieted, cars slowed and the wind stilled.
>The only noise was Lucy panting on the verge of tears. Trish reaches a hand out. It's slapped back.
>"Did you ever care? Did you ever giVE A SINGLE SHIT ABOUT US? OR JUST YOURSELF!?" They shout now, unbridled.
>There's not a pause for an answer.
>"What if I was dating someone? It'd be the same, wouldn't it. Someone who you can't control...shit." Some sort of realization comes to Lucy.
>"That's why you hate Naser, isn't it?" Their voice is quiet.
>"He's the one that cares for me and it terrifies you that he might just one day get through. Hah. hahahAHAHA." The cackling laugh is of a death rattle. Lucy claws at their snout and hair.
>I step in but it's too late. Lucy merely turns away and starts to walk. Trish reaches out, eyes tearing and desperate pleas ringing.
>To Lucy, Trish no longer exists. With no effort whatsoever Lucy leaves the conversation. I watch in horror as they go, leaving a desperate triceratops in their wake.
>In my loss for words Anon finds it in him to speak.
>"Please don't interfere anymore."
cont one more.

Anonymous Mon 29 Jul 2024 01:54:35 No.67799623 Report

Quoted By: >>67799670

>>67799461
>A burning gaze of tearful hatred locks onto him. She can't bring herself to reply.
>All the hate in my body has left. The only thing that remains is pity. Pity for the poor girl who couldn't hold onto her control. The old Trish dies quietly in my mind. I don't speak to her. Nothing I could say could carry any meaning anymore.
>I merely take my boyfriends hand and walk to class. It hurts, leaving behind a piece of yourself with someone like her but I would do it a thousand times over for Anon. I harbor no doubts about it as I squeeze tighter.
>I expect to see her pleading and making her case through the day in our shared classes, or even make an appearance at lunch. She's gone.
>I stand outside, waiting for Anon now that class has ended. The cold pain of the day still lingers heavily as he approaches. He's not alone, Lucy flanks him.
>We stand quietly in a triangle of sorts. Anon, the miracle he is, works his magic and speaks.
>"Lucy, huh?"
>"Yeah."
>"It's nice."
>I find it impossible to stop myself from crying. Just the smallest nudge enough to send me over the edge. I'm not alone, either.
>Lucy sniffles and chokes. Anon clenches his fists.
>The dull pain doesn't leave.

Fin. Yeouch.

>>67798228
Next, quick break first.