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⠀do i look like him .ᐣ



that’s no way to talk to the original father.

⠀do i look like him .ᐣ



you hate me, don't you? i hate myself too.



it was my 𝘫𝘰𝘣. ( tone strident, space narrowed. so close now that she has to look down on her. glaring. ) i didn’t have a choice, and you know it.

( head shakes furiously, despite acknowledging truths. it’s easier this way, to stay angry. having someone besides herself to blame. even now, the pain still raw enough to cause a waver when snapping back. ) and yet you still took him.



everything reminds me of her.

( head shakes furiously, despite acknowledging truths. it’s easier this way, to stay angry. having someone besides herself to blame. even now, the pain still raw enough to cause a waver when snapping back. ) and yet you still took him.



( eyes thin with anger. with pain. every unspoken ache rousing to the surface, in form of a tear that falls from her duct. ) and what about what 𝘺𝘰𝘶 did, huh? what you 𝗱𝗼. you seem to forget, nicky was my son too.

forget you? ( laughter ; sharp and brittle. ) you think i would try .. after what you did? oh honey, you wish i could. because i’ll never forget just what you are —- and i will never, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 forgive you.



( icy tone impales, freezing her to one spot. face stiff with a frown that wrinkles her brows and awakens the danger in her depths. ) you can’t escape me, agatha. i’m at the end of every road you walk to forget me.

i loved you. ( exasperation has orbs glassing over. voice cold. ) 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦. so i suggest you give up this desperate attempt to rekindle what was over a loong, long time ago.



( lips part for an airy chuckle. her head shakes, like she’s disappointed. like she expected more. ) you’re 𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴.

( accusation causes jaw to tense beneath lethal grasp and head to jerk hard enough to break from it. defensive, when she snaps back. ) not anymore.



mhm. you betcha’. :)

wait.. ur pulling out? but i have separation anxiety :(



and you 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 me, ( seizing her jaw before she can withdraw further; thumb and pointer sinking into the hollows of her cheeks. ) don’t you?

( head withdraws, though not enough to escape her touch. no denial, only continuing to deflect. ) you’re still insufferable.



i’ll be soooo good for you.

( head withdraws, though not enough to escape her touch. no denial, only continuing to deflect. ) you’re still insufferable.



let’s not derail, sweetheart. ( hand lifting, shameless when brushing the tousled waves from agatha’s face. ) it’s pathetic that you try to resist me. we both know how this ends.

and you know alll about what it means to be a brat. must be wearing off.



because, .. you. want. me. you’re just too much of a brat to admit it out loud.

why. 𝘸𝘩𝘺 can’t you just let me move on.



wrong answer. you have needs, agatha .. needs that only i can satisfy. admit it.

hmm. let me think. ah —- still no.



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