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               ❛ oh, god — thank you. ❜ she reaches to take the charm from the stranger, smile laced with gratitude. ❛ this is — ❜ her most treasured possession. ❛ thank you. really. i don’t know what i would’ve done if i’d lost this. ❜

@sweeterthanheavcn​ / continued.

MATEO. 

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          “i hope so,” mateo admitted. his mother was his favorite person, and he always wanted to do the right thing for her. she was still sad, sometimes, and she was always good to him, and so understanding when he couldn’t do things right, even if he tried. he cocked his head a bit in curiosity, looking up to her and the sweater she now held in her hands. “what do you do?”

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         “first, i hold my sweater out in front of me like this —” she crouches down behind mateo, doing exactly as she describes over his shoulder so he can see it exactly from her point of view, “i always make sure that the back is facing me. and then i crumple the sides from the bottom of the shirt all the way to the hole where your head goes in — see?” 

MICHAEL. 

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          michael’s head ducked, giving a little nod of understanding. “yeah, i           i guess i haven’t been the best guy to be around lately.” and he didn’t like that. he knew he needed to get it together, that this funk had been going on too long, that he’d been throwing himself into his work and using it as an excuse to avoid a lot of people for more time than could be reasonably excused. “i’m sorry.”

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          she’s never been in love before — ( doesn’t know if she’s even capable ), though she certainly knows what it feels like. such is the curse her empathy has thrusted upon her. though, there are moments, few and far between, that it’s proven itself useful. “don’t be.” she flashes him a quick smile, “you could always make it up to me.”

MICHAEL. 

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          “i know.” his response was immediate, and though its veracity may have been contradicted by his previous behavior, he did know it was time. “i know, i just… i’m a little too hopeful for my own good, i guess.” michael shrugged in resignation. he felt bad for being so hyper-focused on it, but it was difficult to have to quell something that had been so strong for so long. he was working on it.

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         “you needed to do everything you can to try and save your relationship.” she shrugs. “i understand that.” of course she does. and gayle liked jane enough, but at the end of the day, it’s michael she cares about. and her own feelings aside, she hates seeing him like this. “i do miss my friend, though.” 

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"you’re worth the pain.”
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               she doesn’t understand how he can stand here in front of her after everything that’s happened, and tell her that. it makes her want to cry. makes her heart clench. makes her want to throw her arms around him and tell him she’s sorry. ( she’s so sorry. ) he’s the last person she’d ever want to hurt and yet somehow, she’d ended up doing her worst on him. but there’s something wrong with her, and she isn’t going to allow nate to put himself at risk. not for her, because he’s wrong — she’s not worth it. 

so she hardens her jaw, stares coldly into his eyes. ( her heart aches. her whole body aches ). ❛ what are you, a masochist? ❜ she scoffs, like his words mean nothing. like he means nothing. ( the words mean something. he means everything, and that’s exactly why she has to do this. ) ❛ play time’s over, handsome. for good. you know the way out. ❜

heartbreak !

MICHAEL. 

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          michael shrugged, letting out a sigh of resignation. “nothing.” a bitter, disappointing conclusion that he can only bite his lower lip at, but a truthful one in the end. “i don’t see what else i can do.”

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          “i think it’s about time you tried to move on.” it isn’t meant to be insensitive — but this has gone on long enough ( and truthfully, it’s tiresome to be around someone carrying the emotions he has been from the break-up. she does feel for him, though. it’s hard not to when she’s feeling the exact same things he is. )

MICHAEL.

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          michael rolled his eyes, face settling into an expression that hinted at irritation. “well, sitting back and watching my relationship disintegrate during this whole mess seemed less preferable.” the meddling he’d done in his efforts to frame everything in a beneficial was not only selfish, but likely futile anyways, in hindsight.

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          she senses his frustration, deems it best not to aggravate him any further. partially for his sake, and partially for her own. the more he exasperated he gets, the more she will be too and it’s the last thing she needs today.   “so what happens next?”

MICHAEL.

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no one gets a medal for meddling.

          @psioniic. // sc.

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i did try to warn you.

MATEO.

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          “my mommy’s been trying to show me how to do it right,” mateo explained, taking a step closer so she could offer assistance, raising his arms like he always did for his mother and smiling shyly, but appreciatively. “i get really close.”

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         “she must be so proud of you.”  a genuine smile paints itself across her lips as she bends down and carefully takes the sweater off, ( grins at the messy hair it leaves on top of mateo’s head ). “you want to know what i do when i wear my sweater so i don’t get confused?”

ROSA.

“thanks. i just…. wasn’t sure, that’s all.”

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“i wouldn’t miss this for the world. so, did anything noteworthy happen before i got here?”

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