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deernet2021-11-15 09:04 pm
hauntedsavior) wrote in deernet2021-11-15 09:04 pm
002 // text; username: grollschwert
cw: chronic illness, ruminations on death
Fun one for you tonight.
[this message comes in the middle of the night, when no one in their right mind should be awake. but that's never stopped anna. she can't sleep, and if flynn and ruby and everybody are right then she has to at least try not to keep this stuff inside her at all times. sorrow's silence we needn't bear, or whatever.]
You know a girl. Her body is breaking down and her meds are failing her.
She has years left. Maybe months, if it gets worse.
But something happens, and she gets access to amazing new technology. Things that prevent her body from attacking itself.
Things that stop her timer from ticking faster than everyone else's.
Great, right?
You get to know her better. You entertain her little crush on you. Maybe you like her back a little and maybe things aren't gonna be so bad.
But one day, you do something.
Something that sets off a chain of events that you couldn't have predicted. Not in a million years.
Small things collide into medium things collide into big huge massive things.
And after the butterfly version of you is done flapping its wings, she doesn't have access to that technology anymore.
She's back on the timer.
She doesn't know you did anything.
She never finds out.
You can't bring yourself to tell her, and she wouldn't believe it if you did.
She barely recognizes you anymore, by the end of it.
Her family finds your name on her phone and invites you to pay respects.
Do you still go to her funeral?
Did you kill her?
Fun one for you tonight.
[this message comes in the middle of the night, when no one in their right mind should be awake. but that's never stopped anna. she can't sleep, and if flynn and ruby and everybody are right then she has to at least try not to keep this stuff inside her at all times. sorrow's silence we needn't bear, or whatever.]
You know a girl. Her body is breaking down and her meds are failing her.
She has years left. Maybe months, if it gets worse.
But something happens, and she gets access to amazing new technology. Things that prevent her body from attacking itself.
Things that stop her timer from ticking faster than everyone else's.
Great, right?
You get to know her better. You entertain her little crush on you. Maybe you like her back a little and maybe things aren't gonna be so bad.
But one day, you do something.
Something that sets off a chain of events that you couldn't have predicted. Not in a million years.
Small things collide into medium things collide into big huge massive things.
And after the butterfly version of you is done flapping its wings, she doesn't have access to that technology anymore.
She's back on the timer.
She doesn't know you did anything.
She never finds out.
You can't bring yourself to tell her, and she wouldn't believe it if you did.
She barely recognizes you anymore, by the end of it.
Her family finds your name on her phone and invites you to pay respects.
Do you still go to her funeral?
Did you kill her?
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[ Ange is really hoping this isn't coming across as patronizing here - especially since it's so hard to control your tone through text, and when Ange's default tone even while not texting is so deadpan to begin with.
She means this, after all. Ange knows exactly how hard it can be to reach out when you're feeling your lowest. ]
Do you think you're going to be alright tonight? [ After having gotten all of this out, and after having spoken with so many people. ]
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[the moon is starting its slow arc downward.]
Don't think I'll be getting back to sleep tonight,
But I think I'll be okay for the rest of it.
Thanks for kicking my ass.
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Ange chooses to believe in the other's words, at the very least. Enough so to not keep worrying after she'd put away her Omni. ]
No problem. I'm always available for ass kicking. It's my speciality.
[ No, it isn't, Ange. Please. ]
I could use some more sleep right now. But I'm sure we'll talk again soon. [ Because Ange is also planning on making sure Anna isn't alone, if she can help it at all.
She'll just.. have to find some way to be subtle about it, otherwise it'll be majorly embarrassing. ]
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[and then, maybe by act of god or maybe just because she's worried, she adds something else. a sincere plea phrased like a throwaway pleasantry.]
Stay alive.