[ A week passes before Dom wakes up, then a few days until Dom is himself again, then a few more until he can gather the energy to pick up his phone and face what's waiting for him.
Because she burned down the house. Because I liked the taste of her blood. Because she made me angry. Because she was pretty. Because I liked having her in my arms.
They're all guesses. The boy that killed three people and ruined their corpses exists elsewhere, nowhere, inside him like mold. In the end, all he has is the pathetic truth. ]
[ She's not expecting a quick response. Even if she hurt Ren during the games for far less than what Dom's done, she can't fully blame him if he wasn't in control. That's what they say, anyway. It's not like she has much choice but to believe it, in a world where retribution doesn't last. ]
You had about seventy people to choose from, and you picked her, for no reason at all?
You need to give me something. You owe me after lying about the Koby thing.
It doesn't have to be a good one. She was closest, or you don't like the way her roots are grown out, or she didn't want to dance with you at the prom! Anything! I just need to make sense of it.
I'm not gonna fight you about it. You'll be back up in a few days, there's no point.
[ He remembers this place's recreation of it - prom. Natalie being so close, laughing, walking with him to get away from the crowd so they could kiss and touch each other and he could remember her perfume forever.
Now it's just the scent of her blood. The gore. No longer a girl but a body. Dom wipes tears and doesn't even know what they're supposed to be. Anger, sadness, a mix of both or something stuck in-between. ]
There's nothing
[ Just a hole where he used to be, where something else stepped through and worked through him. Before it all ended, before he knew he was a wolf, he told Gale that he wished he'd died first. Now he wishes he'd stayed dead. ]
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Because she burned down the house. Because I liked the taste of her blood. Because she made me angry. Because she was pretty. Because I liked having her in my arms.
They're all guesses. The boy that killed three people and ruined their corpses exists elsewhere, nowhere, inside him like mold. In the end, all he has is the pathetic truth. ]
I don't know
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You had about seventy people to choose from, and you picked her, for no reason at all?
You need to give me something. You owe me after lying about the Koby thing.
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Nothing I did could ever have a good enough reason
If u wanna hurt me just fucking do it
[ aka what would natalie do ]
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I'm not gonna fight you about it. You'll be back up in a few days, there's no point.
cw: suicidal thoughts
Now it's just the scent of her blood. The gore. No longer a girl but a body. Dom wipes tears and doesn't even know what they're supposed to be. Anger, sadness, a mix of both or something stuck in-between. ]
There's nothing
[ Just a hole where he used to be, where something else stepped through and worked through him. Before it all ended, before he knew he was a wolf, he told Gale that he wished he'd died first. Now he wishes he'd stayed dead. ]
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[ Getting progressively more frustrated with this, thinking already about walking back her 'there would be no point' idea to slap this kid. ]
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It just feels like I'm remembering a nightmare every time I try
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