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utopiian​:

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:  a  camping  spot  .  the  same  one  he’s  gone  to  for  years  .

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:  closed  for  @lupus-infabula​​​  .

            (   *      ──    𝐍𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  has  passed  since  he  drifted  away  ,  finnegan  still  cares  for  the  one  who  once  made  their  heart  skip  a  beat  .  the  one  whose  habits  they  still  remember  ,  the  one  who  first  pressed  his  lips  against  their  own  .  the  one  who  became  a  ghost  among  the  living  ,  who  embraced  silence  and  distance  ,  who  taught  her  both  love  and  heartbreak  ──  still  ,  she  cares  .  enough  to  pack  some  food  to  last  him  a  couple  days  and  gift  him  her  own  water  bottle  ,  all  stuffed  within  whatever  supermarket  bag  they  could  find  ──  dressed  in  dark  clothes  ,  they  make  their  way  across  the  expanse  of  hollow  falls  park  under  the  night  sky  until  they  reach  the  place  where  they  know  he  resides  on  the  weekends  .  after  all  ,  he’s  been  doing  the  same  thing  since  he  was  thirteen  .  a  tent  is  tapped  from  the  outside  in  their  version  of  a  knock  ,  the  bag  clutched  tightly  within  their  grasp  ,  and  a  heart  beats  faster  within  their  chest  ──  expectation  builds  ,  nerves  grow  .

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Utopiian​:
Utopiian​:

he was at a loss for words. after all, what was appropriate to say to someone he shared so many firsts with ? it use to be so easy, but in the years that passed, trying to talk to them was like trying to breathe underwater. he was someone that held memories close, someone that was notoriously afraid of forgetting. with finnegan standing in front of his tent, he caught himself wishing some memories could be erased, namely the way he could tell that her shoulders were tense and how he already knew the look on her face despite standing behind her, all from memory. with nerves elevating, he gripped the fishing line in his hand tightly as he briefly considered walking away, but they deserved better and he knew it. they always had. he racked his brain for words worthy of their presence. “ behind you. “ was what he finally decided on with eyes falling to the bag of supplies in her hand. he carefully walked past them to the tent and retrieved the bag of supplies she had left him the last time, holding it up to her. “ you can take that one and the one from last time when you go. your faction needs them more than i do. “  


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