@unfaes and the starter they never asked for.
what a ʳᵘˢʰ. shitty people meeting their shitty ends. greedy, grubby hands now cold. while people were mourning, all he could do was smile. repeating the poetry veronica had poured into that letter ( 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘺𝘥𝘦. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 ) but it was hard to a d m i r e the work they had done when she was pacing like she either had to take a piss or give a public speech. ❝ you said you wished she were dead. now she’s dead. ❞ jd pointed out the obvious, a chuckle accompanied with a shake of his head, ❝ i don’t see what the issue is here, ʙᴀʙʏ. the 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 is six feet under. let’s celebrate! ❞ springing to his feet, arms tugged her to his chest. she was overwhelmed, but she’d get over it. veronica was meant to be his. ❝ you hated her. now you’re free. ❞
— and his hands held her captive.
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