August 8, 1964
ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ sʜᴇ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ? ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ! ɪ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴇʀ.
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ᴍʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ sᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴋ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ, ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀɪsᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴀs ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴏʟᴅ.
ɪ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ sɪɢɴᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, ʜᴏᴘᴇғᴜʟʟʏ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪɴs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴜᴘ. ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ, ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ʏ/ɴ ᴅʏɪɴɢ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇɴᴅʏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏ? ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ?
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ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ʙᴇɴᴅʏ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ.
ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ, ᴇʏᴇs sʜᴜᴛ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴛʜᴜᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ.
ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs. ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀ.
ɪ ʀᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ. ɪ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴄʜɪɴᴇ, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴇ.
ʏ/ᴍ's ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴᴋ. ɪ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇʟᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ʟɪɢʜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀs. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏɴᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ.
ɪ ʟᴇᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪᴅᴇᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇɴᴅʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ.
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ɪ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ?
ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴅʟᴇ ɪ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ɢʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏɪɴɢ. sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ғɪɴᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴛ sᴏᴏɴ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴏᴏɴ.
ɪ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏ/ɴ's ʙᴏᴅʏ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴅʟᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs ɴᴇxᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ. "ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ ʏ/ɴ, ɪ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ!!" ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀs ɪ ᴄʟɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ.
ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀғᴀʀ. ʙᴇɴᴅʏ. ʜᴇ's ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ! ɪ ʀᴇɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴍʏ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ɪ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʟᴜɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ sʟɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ɪ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀᴠᴇ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ.
ʀɪsɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇᴛ ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ's ᴄʜᴇsᴛ.
ʟᴏᴜᴅ ғᴏᴏᴛsᴛᴇᴘs ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ. ᴀ ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡʟ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ, sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ.
ɪ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ғᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs. ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪ ᴅᴀʀᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. ɪ ʀᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ's ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ.
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August 8, 1996
ɪᴛ's ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴡᴏ ʏᴇᴀʀs sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏss ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ.
ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʙᴇɴᴅʏ ʟᴏsᴛ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ.
ᴛᴏᴍ ᴡᴀs ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀ ᴏғ ᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇxᴛ. ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɴᴅʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜɪs sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ɪ sᴛᴏʟᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ.
ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʙᴇɴᴅʏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ, ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʜɪs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʀᴀʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ. ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪғ ʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴜᴘsᴇᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜɪs ʙᴀʙʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴜᴘsᴇᴛ. sᴏ ʟᴜᴄᴋɪʟʏ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀʏ ᴀ ᴠɪsɪᴛ.
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ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴜᴅɪᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇɴᴅʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙʏ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴠɪsɪᴛ ᴏʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʀᴀᴅʟᴇ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴏғᴛ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ. ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ sɪɢʜ, ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ.
I was fine, with the way
She would talk about the way she loved him
I was fine, cause I knew
That their love would last forever until you
I was fine, when she came
And we talked like its was our last day
But who knew, what she'd do
After everything he's won he never thought he'd loose
It's over isn't? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
It's over isn't? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
Your here, like they wanted
And they loved you now their gone
It's over isn't? Why can't he move on?
No more hoping, for the future
Filled by madness, and this torture
Out in daylight, never happened
Consumed by eternal sadness
Who is he now in this world without you?
Lost and alone without the feeling of you
What does it matter she couldn't be feral
Now I have to be strong for your girl
It's over isn't? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
It's over isn't? Isn't it? Isn't it over?
Your here, like they wanted
And they loved you now their gone
It's over isn't? Why can't he move on?
It's over isn't? Why can't we move on?
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ɪ sʟɪᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ sᴛɪʟʟ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴋ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ. ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍᴇ. ʜᴇ ʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ. ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ. ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄɪᴄᴇʀᴏ ɪɴ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs. ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ғᴀᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɴᴅʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʀᴍ ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, sʜᴇ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀs ʜɪᴍ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴋ.
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The End.
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I wrote this chapter a long time ago but I delayed it. I didn't want this story to end, not yet. Plus I'm not sure what else to write.
Either way THANK YOU ALL for the reads!! I'm glad you all enjoyed this book!
Now that it's finished I hope the wattys2019 would like it!!!
Again thank you, and don't worry I'll be writing soon~
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Silent Ink ( Ink Bendy x Reader)
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