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saline | minx x eret

𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘸: 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴, 𝘫𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 4 𝘦𝘻𝘳𝘢 --boofed, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘵. 𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘹

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵 (𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳) 𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘹 (𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘤𝘢) 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘷 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺!! 𝘪𝘧 𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘮𝘶𝘢𝘩 <3

𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘹 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 (𝘣𝘤 𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 2000 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵)

                                  -

i. schlatt left her. he's gone.

not without a bang, of course. no, he's careful to shout and scream and tear down every bit of self esteem she's been clinging on to desperately in the past months. but, after the deed is done, he scarpers. coward.

he was kind enough to leave behind her heart, though. trampled and broken and cheated out of happiness more times than she can count. her parents always told her she'd never keep a man and as bitter as the ancient bastards are, minx is worried they just might be right.

after the door slammed for the final time, her knees finally gave and and she fell to the floor, shaking and crying and pleading to a forgotten god to take away her pain. her vision was spotty, her limbs cold and, for the first time, minx wondered what death felt like.

she lay there, beaten and decaying with a halo round her head, for eons. schrödinger in state, she is slowly phasing in and out of reality, dead and alive and nothing and everything all at once.

at some point, she becomes aware of a soft, fuzzy noise hovering at the edge of her consciousness. it gets gradually louder until the shouting is practically unbearable and she groans slightly as it assults her brain relentlessly. she just wants to sleep, goddamnit. just let her sleep.

"becca, if you don't let me in right now, I'm breaking down the fucking door."

somewhere in her sluggish brain, the deep voice registers and she chokes a little when she realises because shit, fate really isn't smiling on her today.

alastair is going to see her like this. lying in a puddle of her own spit and tears with melted mascara crusting her eyes to the point of blindness. she's lost everything that meant anything to her today, bar her dignity. and now she's not even allowed that.

she sobs, quietly, mourning. there's a sickening crunch as her best friend rams their shoulder into the door and a muffled curse at the bright burst of pain they must have endured. they're injuring themselves, all for her and it makes her want to slap them and kiss them and never talk to them again. she's not worth it.