Logan.
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There’s never any sense to dyin’.
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Joined December 2024
“Should follow that.” Swig of his beer goes done, an eyebrow rose as he leaned against the doorway. “Never usually wrong, are they?”.
She lets her eyes open at his approach, frown playing at her lips. “Yes. I’m unsure what. Some kind of gut feeling.”.
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He comes back five or so minutes, checking in to how she’s going. He can tell instantly that she’s not there. “Somethin’s holdin’ you back.”.
More of the same, really. Frustrated meditation, unable to relax. Something’s troubling her.
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"i am terrible," i would say. "i have terrible thoughts. i have terrible feelings. i am terrible.". "you are not terrible," you would resolve, holding my hands between yours. "i love you. i can see that you are not terrible. i can feel it.".
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“Heh.”. Cracking open a beer as he walks off, presuming she’ll get to it eventually.
“𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘩.”. Face scrunching some.
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“Can see it in yer’ face. Meant to be a pro at this.”.
“Hush, Logan.”.
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“Yer’ not focused.”.
Deep in meditation. Brow furrowed in concentration or frustration or both.
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An eyebrow raised at the other as she tried to tell him to sleep once again. Chuckle all but leaves his lips before he groaned. “Yer’ nice but—— Ain’t need much sleep.”.
She bends an elbow, resting it atop her knee. She settles her head against her curled fist. “Hardly. That was a nap, and barely one at that. Sleep.”.
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“I did.” Sniffs the air to make sure nothing had changed. Just smelt like him and her, scents mixed. Shitty room. “You can try an’ sleep.”.
She understands the feeling. Most of her life is spent looking over her shoulder, but it’s a life she’s chosen…or was made to choose. “You should sleep.”. She urges, shifting her position so she’s crouched up on her toes.
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Sometimes he felt paranoid, but he knew what his life was like. Something was likely, and he was often right. “Hrn.” Standing up finally, looking at his knuckles for a moment, knowing they’ll be in use. “S’good. Keep an eye for the same cars passin’ by too much.”.
She’s hardly moved a muscle. Sat crisscross, back straight. Angled towards the door with a view of the window in her peripheral. “Voices forty-five minutes ago, but they passed.”.
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A little groan leaves the man as he wakes, eyes glance over to the clock on the wall. An hour and three minutes. And she’s in the exact position as before he slept. “Anythin’ odd?”.
She’s got the same feeling. That’s why she took the first watch. Glancing over at him right as he wakes. Remaining silent, though.
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Haven’t slept properly the last few days—— One or two hours a night. Nightmares been waking him up, felt like he’s being watched. Somethin’ wrong with this place. Can feel it, smell it.
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Ended up in Japan for a few days. He hates Japan—— Beautiful place. Reminds him of when he lost all of his pain. Only for it to all come back, worse than ever. Glad to be gone now. Back in some crappy New York bar while everyone gives him glances.
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Another day spent in some crappy diner with some crappy coffee. Hrnn.
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Always gettin’ himself wrapped up in other peoples problems. Hrn. Always scumbags ruinin’ someone’s life.
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Why’s everyone tellin’ me that?.
⠀⠀.⠀⠀Isn't it a little early?.
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