• Sept. 19th, 03:45am.

Dear journal,

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entry 3: september 19th;  diary;  I feel like she's literally losing her mind;  also yes this is in the future kinda but not;  don't mind it;  
thomas-cambron: I'm sorry things ended the way they did. Some of my best moments in life were spent with you by my side, but now it must come to an end, for your sake. I would never forgive myself if something horrific happened to you because of me. You know the way I am, and how I'm a catalyst for tragedy. It's about time I end the cycle of suffering. I don't know how long my life will last, but I hope the rest of your life is full of happiness.


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p: Words as Weapons;  I MADE THIS A PARA SHHH;  IS THIS TRIGGERING?;  IDK;  nosspara;  


best one yet

mirror;  oh babe;  
mirror;  baeeeeeee;  
『questions & answers 』→ thomas + freya;


He balled his hands into first biting down on his lip. “I don’t want you to,” he stated, in a whisper of a voice. “I only want you to be safe.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she approached the door, but also couldn’t muster up the strength to go after her. Even though it was in her best interest, it still hurt nonetheless. 

Freya stopped in her tracks when he spoke, looking at him over her shoulder. She rolled her eyes as she went to the door and twisted the handle until it opened. “So in order to be safe I must stir away from you? Then consider me free of any danger!” she snarled before stepping out of his home and slamming the door behind her.

p: questions and answers;  
『questions & answers 』→ thomas + freya;


He knew things weren’t going well. Despite being in the same room, on the same couch, close enough to touch, he felt her avoiding him like the plague. He wanted to reach out to her, make her feel like everything would be okay, and assure her he didn’t mean what he’d said, because he wouldn’t dream of ever hurting her in any way, but he couldn’t. Just being around her was enough for her to be hurt somehow; he was a catalyst for tragedy. “That’s why you should leave before anything bad happens.” 

Freya huffed, her eyes widening a bit. Her jaw dropped into a small “O” before she redirected her attention to Thomas. She blinked a couple of times, making sure she was still in reality and not her worst nightmare. “So you want me to leave now? I get it, okay…” she spoke quickly, her anger piercing through. F rose up to her feet, grabbed her bag and started stomping her way to the door.

p: questions and answers;  ohp?;  
family;  hope;  
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