Hope you guys enjoy chapter 9 🩷 this is probably my fave chapter so far? Maybe?
Sorry for the 6k words. Got a bit carried away.... I'm excited for the feedback. I will be taking tomorrow to answer asks 🙏
I'm so exhausted..... these two night shifts have killed me.......... so yeah.... 🫂
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so generally, my everyday wardrobe looks pretty old-timey, I tend to dress within the range of 1940s-1960s mens’ fashion, high waisted trousers, collared shirts, natural fibers and brown leather accessories, that sort of feel. and my absolute Favorite side effect of this is that sometimes I’ll encounter an elderly person on the street and catch their reaction. Sometimes it’s a direct comment ”I used to have shoes just like that when I was younger”, or “my grandmother always did her hair like that”, but sometimes it’s more subtle reactions, like just today an old man saw me and momentarily put on a face like he recognized me, before shaking it off and smiling to himself like he was thinking of a memory. for a very brief moment, I apparently sent that guy back in time. so uh moral of the story I guess: dress however you like and it might just brighten someone’s day (and maybe even confuse them at the same time)
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One day, Kevin will turn thirty.
He will sit down at a table at a fancy restaurant that Allison booked, enjoying the company of his friends and family as they celebrate him. He’ll open gifts, one by one, smirking or rolling his eyes or sometimes begrudgingly thanking the giver for their effort.
And then Jean will walk up to the table.
He will silently drop a tiny box onto it. Puzzled, Kevin will pick it up and remove the lid.
Then the air will freeze in his lungs.
Because he knows this key. He knows exactly what it belongs to. That miserable gift given to him by the Moriyamas. A key to the black, expensive monstrosity of a car that Riko once owned.
He’ll stare up at Jean with a betrayed, wounded look on his face – only to find Jean’s smug one returning his gaze. Then his heartbeat will gradually pick up with each word Jean says.
Wore that motherfucker to the ground, Jean will say.
Mechanics say everything is gone – brakes, shocks, steering.
250,000 miles – with this kind of car? Such a waste.
You’ll have to trade her in, he finishes. She’s nearly worthless now.
Again, there’s an almost maniacal glee to his confession. Because Jean is sick of this one last thing from Riko constantly hovering over Kevin’s head. He’s sick of Kevin paying for that ridiculously overpriced storage unit to store the stupid vehicle. And he relishes in the ability to slowly, systematically destroy something of Riko’s, just as he once tried to do to him.
And Kevin gets it then. He gets that over the last ten years, Jean had taken that spare storage key he gave him and driven it. He’d overworked it, driving it until it became a rusted bucket of bolts because he knew Kevin couldn’t. But he also knew Kevin couldn’t sell it without the Moriyamas seeing it as an insult. The only way to truly get rid of it was to wear it out. Wear it out until it couldn't be driven. Until Kevin had to trade it in.
So Jean had done so. Gladly.
Kevin can’t speak. He can’t even begin to put into words how much this means to him. To finally have this weight off his back. To finally be rid of this cursed, stained, and ill-begotten gift.
But Jean knows. He can see it in Kevin’s eyes.
And there's one thing Kevin knows for sure: he's going to have a hell of a time picking out Jean’s birthday gift next year.
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