04-27-2020, 10:06 PM
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I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE
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[align=center][size=9pt]REY MORENO
I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO PROVE BECAUSE I HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE
Rey has been in the garden all day.
He's afraid if he stays in that dorm for much longer, he may suffocate in on himself— he's still not sure what is happening. just that his own mind is on loop, displaying his brother's fucking death like a snuff film except this time it's him behind the gun and his mama's crying and he wakes up, then he's throwing up something that looks like blood, and then it starts again although he's trying to resist sleep.
Rey's had his fears, but he's usually able to tuck them away in his own head. Sure, there are moments where he thinks about 'em but it's never affected him to this degree. Rey doesn't know what to do so he does the only thing he's good at when shit like this happens to him— he shuts everyone else out. Tries to figure out where the source could have came from; was it triggered by his guilt? Or his immense anger towards Seora?
She'd ruined him on the basis of one mistake. How she found out? He had no fucking clue, but it doesn't take him long to land on a motive: Claudia. Hadn't everything began and ended when he'd became involved with Claudia? Every confrontation they ever had involved her, didn't it? He could have ruined her with his conclusions, if they turned out true, but ultimately decided against it. He may have been a bad person, but he wasn't a terrible person.
By the time he'd text her, he planned for this confrontation to be no different; to hurt her feelings, amp her up and make her cry. Anything to make him feel better about himself. He waited there in his hoodie and sweatpants, pacing back and forth as bloodshot eyes scanned his immediate area. Then, a rustle. He spun around to meet the cautious eyes of Seora.
You could just kill her right now. Dispose of the body. Paint it like an attack and- What the fuck? Rey is shocked by his— no not his thoughts, they couldn't be. But then again, he'd nearly done it before to his brother— no, not his brother. To some... one. What made him any less capable of thinking those thoughts now?
Suddenly, Rey's whole body seems to sag. His head hangs defeatedly as he reaches up, balled fists pressing into his eye sockets as he tries to conceal his tears. "God Seora." He sobs, voices raw from previous self-conflict. He wanted to tell her he almost feared for her safety; but selfishly worried what might happen to him if he ended up alone. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucked up. I'm sorry."
He's afraid if he stays in that dorm for much longer, he may suffocate in on himself— he's still not sure what is happening. just that his own mind is on loop, displaying his brother's fucking death like a snuff film except this time it's him behind the gun and his mama's crying and he wakes up, then he's throwing up something that looks like blood, and then it starts again although he's trying to resist sleep.
Rey's had his fears, but he's usually able to tuck them away in his own head. Sure, there are moments where he thinks about 'em but it's never affected him to this degree. Rey doesn't know what to do so he does the only thing he's good at when shit like this happens to him— he shuts everyone else out. Tries to figure out where the source could have came from; was it triggered by his guilt? Or his immense anger towards Seora?
She'd ruined him on the basis of one mistake. How she found out? He had no fucking clue, but it doesn't take him long to land on a motive: Claudia. Hadn't everything began and ended when he'd became involved with Claudia? Every confrontation they ever had involved her, didn't it? He could have ruined her with his conclusions, if they turned out true, but ultimately decided against it. He may have been a bad person, but he wasn't a terrible person.
By the time he'd text her, he planned for this confrontation to be no different; to hurt her feelings, amp her up and make her cry. Anything to make him feel better about himself. He waited there in his hoodie and sweatpants, pacing back and forth as bloodshot eyes scanned his immediate area. Then, a rustle. He spun around to meet the cautious eyes of Seora.
You could just kill her right now. Dispose of the body. Paint it like an attack and- What the fuck? Rey is shocked by his— no not his thoughts, they couldn't be. But then again, he'd nearly done it before to his brother— no, not his brother. To some... one. What made him any less capable of thinking those thoughts now?
Suddenly, Rey's whole body seems to sag. His head hangs defeatedly as he reaches up, balled fists pressing into his eye sockets as he tries to conceal his tears. "God Seora." He sobs, voices raw from previous self-conflict. He wanted to tell her he almost feared for her safety; but selfishly worried what might happen to him if he ended up alone. "I'm sorry, I'm so fucked up. I'm sorry."
[align=center][font=arial][I]so, i heard the world doesn't revolve around me /:
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