𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀: 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒.
/Fug·gi·tì·va/
Adjective.
-❁ Someone who tries to save themself or has recovered their freedom by fleeing.
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For five years, I was treated like nothing but a piece...
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When my life first began to go downhill and "good" things would occur to me, I would initiate scenarios in my mind, where all my issues were magically resolved in some risible way thanks to that very good thing and I would get a happily ever after.
Until I realised that life is not like the scenarios in my mind and that my happily ever after was presumably going to be my death.
That's essentially how I feel right now; like my head is creating tremendously real scenarios and that all this situation will not turn out in the way I've desired.
Looking into his deep brown eyes, listening to his words, having hope bubbling into my depths feels like reviving one of my scenarios. "You must presume I'm insane if you think I might help you with that." but what I have to keep in mind is that real life doesn't work like the imagines running through my brain
At my hostile tone, his expression stays unvaried, he keeps his determined countenance and confident outlook as I feel my control slip every second that passes.
"Give me a reason why you wouldn't want him to pay for his crimes?"
"Don't assume things, do you think I wouldn't want him to be sentenced to life in prison? I would love the idea but there is a thing about men like him, they always find a way, they are the ones who win"
