it’s still 𝓷ever enough, i’m u͟n͟p͟u͟n͟i͟s͟h͟a͟b͟l͟e͟,
by shae. 18+
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there’s only one door left now, having stepped through the other one, so it’s clear to her that she’s in the closet. squints as she approaches, as though preparing for some kind of defence, and when she pulls open the door, she sort +
+ of softens, regret stewing in stomach and making her nauseous——she looks so scared, different to how she’s seen her before. hands are held up, as though to prove she isn’t going to do anything, maybe if the other can see them, +
having a moment of weakness but my heart has never ached and yearned as much as it is now for misty to come home.
my jester infestation is throwing me off. it’s a wonder i was married so long, it’s a wonder i shared a goddamn womb, with the way sharing space makes me want to rip my hair out.
+ to prove she isn’t a threat. almost stumbling through the doorway, then shutting it behind her, as though they aren’t the only people here. “ i promise, if i wanted to harm you, i would’ve by now, ” she started, and begins slow steps +
there’s a moment where she’s stood awkwardly in the hall, trying to listen for footsteps, a scared breath, anything. and then, sound of door, prompting her to hurry in the direction of it, a little too quickly for someone who is trying +
she should’ve expected this reaction too, because this is how she would react also, if she had a normal brain in her head. phone clicked off, shoved into her pocket, then a towel is in her face and before she knows it, bridget is in +
+ a panic and running away from her. “ oh, jesus christ, ” is muttered under her breath, and now she really regrets not just dealing with it all herself. steps along the apartment, unsure of where she’s going, but she’s got to find +