For Him [TomTord] [OLD EDITION]

Lucky Cuts

Quick fucking PSA
So uh
I'm literally so fuckin sorry this shit has gone dead for like 5 weeks
It's not dead
And won't die
It just gets high fuckin fevers

Basically what happened was
I wrote the whole chapter
Thought it was shit
Edited it
Still thought it was shit
Rewrite half way
Shit
And then rewrite and re-edit and here we fuckin are

I'm sorry
I really am

She'd tell him later, she figured.

If she told him now, she'd find him in jail later.

She went back to her notes.

Why didnt she see it?.
Once you analyze it, it makes so much sense now.

It was like being surprised when you see cops at an accident

Why wouldn't you expect that?

It always happens, so why didnt she notice it before?

She was lucky enough to go to the same school as one, so,

Why was she so ignorant and oblivious?

She groaned. Tossing herself back into bed.

Wrapping herself in blankets like a protective shell, she decided to think about her options. She could tell and annoy him or let him have some peace.

She preffered the ladder.

But the information was important. And he needed to know soon.

Laddi, after several minutes of sulking in the inconvenience of the situation, got up out of bed and decided to get ready.

She hated doing things that made her fidgety, in a bad way. It made her feel sick and tired, and so so incredibly anxious.

It was late in the afternoon. Almost dark.

Did she really want to go and tell him?

No.

She went outside anyways.
Walking out the door and sitting on the cold steps made of cement., setting down on the cold hard truth that he had to know.

She looked at the sky, not exactly a sunset, but not exactly a starrynight either.

It was the in between of day and night

Madness and calmness.

They seemed to go well together.

She took out her phone, searching through her contacts, selecting the one named "🖕🔪"

As humorous as it was, she kept her contacts to simple emojis, making it a bit harder for anyone to learn whos who.

People seemed to be easier to understand when they are just a symbol.

A rude action and a weapon

A bird species

A mirror

A smile

It was much easier to understand people when they were just an image.

And, they were just an image.

But

Pictures arent always accurate.
Images dont tell the truth.

So what does?
As cliche as it sounds,