without your past, you could never have arrived so wondrously and brutally, by design or some violent, exquisite happenstance

...here.

* 𝙱𝙴𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 !

Strange. It sounded strange. The word crazy didn’t even cross his mind, for the first question that came to his head was what could possibly drive that boy to such a thing? What was it about his reality  that was so dim that he’d look onto an alternative like that? A pang of guilt washes over him as the realization comes: maybe his father being in a coma for most of his life could have something to do with it. 

David deflates, gaze avoiding her as he processes the whole of the situation.  ❛  Oh…  ❜  He mutters, and when she speaks of him being caught off guard, that nagging feeling of guilt becomes ever so much stronger. It was more a part of him than his memories, at this point. 

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 ❛  Okay, I’m… Thanks for the warning.  ❜  Putting it like that felt wrong, somehow. Like their kid was some kind of bomb that needed to be defused. David walks over to where Regina is, acting on the urge he felt to be helpful somehow. His hand rests on her shoulder as a tentative smile spreads across his lips.   ❛  I know you took a lot of the load with Henry over the last few years, and you’ve done an amazing job with him  ––––  ❜  His smile becomes sincere then, for his admiration was real.  ❛  But I want you to know that you don’t have to do it all by  yourself anymore. I’m here now. We’re in this together.   ❜

she can sense the guilt that radiated off of him, revels in it for a moment. the cruelest part of her curse was not the migration to this new land, the loss of memories, or even the fake ones — no, the cruelest part was that no matter how false their memories were, the pain would always be real. their past may have been fabricated, but the present had to be dealt with, regardless.

her moment of enjoyment is quickly squashed when his tone softens and his words become genuine, kind. her jaw nearly gapes open, eyes watching his features for proof of deception where she would find none.

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she recovers just as quickly as she slipped, snapping back into reality just moments after his hand connects with her shoulder.   ‘   thank you, but i don’t think anyone else will agree with you.   ’   a small shake of her head in between sentences accompanies her change in tone, serious and solemn.   ‘   stick around long enough this time and you’ll see. i’m not exactly popular.   ’   and although it’s true, she’s fishing: attempting to pull at a fragile and confused mind and somehow convince him that he cared about her. and with a well - timed smile: so soft it is barely there, refusing to reach her eyes, she finally says,   ‘   it’ll be nice to finally have someone in my corner.   ’   

(Source: fairsts-a)

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