Another zombie, familiar in a way he didn’t quite like, but still different, and interesting, enough for him to not bother mentioning it.
“Hmm, tall green and dead, ‘lo~”
It was amazing how things changed, slowly and gradually, and often without our realizing it. Spring changed to summer, fashions came and went, and Worth found himself texting the psychopath who had tried to kill him.
He’d done worse, regarding his double, if this could be counted as “bad”. (Those hearts were still in his fridge. He kept meaning to trash them but then not doing it.) They weren’t plotting anything sinister, the other man wasn’t threatening him, and he wasn’t falling victim of becoming psycho Worth’s puppet, as he’d been so fearful and defiant of becoming not long ago. He was still a bit fearful, and still very defiant, but the request had been such a simple one he’d been taken off guard completely.
Psycho Worth had asked him to come with him to see Hanna.
A dead Hanna.
It had been so awkward and vulnerable sounding and strange that Worth didn’t know how to respond at first. But eventually his thumbs started moving.
[txt] a hanna died?
It wasn’t the most eloquent thing to say once you’ve found out someone passed away, especially when the very thought of any Hanna dying made his throat clench a little. But it was all he could get out at the moment.
Hanna had been dead for ten years five months and twenty two days. Luce never missed an anniversary, always made sure to visit. Except for one year, that last year, when Hanna’s body had vanished. Though all had been resolved, Hanna had a new grave, Luce a place to see him. But, he still hadn’t gone to find it.
It wasn’t that he was scared, he didn’t get scared, and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He just, didn’t. Luce didn’t know why, he just didn’t want to go alone. That created a problem. The majority of his ‘friends’, were no such thing, they were a bubble of normalcy to keep him from suspicion. They didn’t know him and the people who did know him hated him. Hanna was the only one who hadn’t .
Well. Sort of. There was one person he was close to, as close as he could be to anyone since Hanna. Himself. Not a friend, almost an enemy. But always interesting. For a long time his copy ran at the mere thought of him. But the fear had lessened, they could even hold a conversation. So Luce started one.
It was awkward and he wasn’t sure if Worth would even respond, but he did. Ah Worth, tactful as always.
[txt] no shit why else would I say that
[txt] sacred gardens just fucking be there
[txt] ill play nice. promise
Worth stared at his phone for a few more seconds, then stood up. No, no, this wasn’t a good idea. Year old caution flags, tattered now but still in service, stood up at the request to meet his double alone in a dark graveyard.
[txt] you can forget it
Nevertheless, he slipped on his shoes, moving with a slowness that he wasn’t sure was real or not. Was he really going inch by inch, like walking through molasses, or was this a dream sort of slow motion? The kind where you tried to run but couldn’t. He thought about the “presents” in his fridge and the scars on his back. He thought about his mother warning him not to stay out after dark, and some presentation he’d been given at school about “stranger danger”.
[txt] you playing nice would be leaving me the hell alone
But his double wasn’t a stranger. They knew each other well, shared a kind of intimate familiarity that came out of almost killing each other. He slipped on his coat after that, checked to make sure he had his cigarettes in his pocket and his keys. Check, for both. He stood there for a few moments in the clinic, the only sound being Burt scurrying along the floor.
[txt] okay ill be there
He left a note for Charlie, saying he was going to visit a grave. He almost, almost wrote with whom he was going, but ended up not writing that. He didn’t feel good about lying through omission to her, but then again the fridge held another pair of lies.
At Worth’s first response he immediately considered threatening his copy into joining him, or just simply dragging him along. But thought better of it, Worth there under fear would be about as useful as not having him there at all. So he didn’t. He waited. Threatening him was fun, but wouldn’t get him what he wanted. Worth could still change his mind. And that he did. Good.
[txt] I’m almost there you will be to or I’ll stop to get you a present
okay so he couldn’t resist fucking with him a little.
[txt]right playing nice just get here
Luce sent the last just as he got to the gate. The cemetery was on the smaller side, near the edge of the city. It wouldn’t be to hard to find Hanna. But he didn’t go in just yet, he waited, somewhat, patiently
((Go do it.))
((me too????))
((derp))
It was amazing how things changed, slowly and gradually, and often without our realizing it. Spring changed to summer, fashions came and went, and Worth found himself texting the psychopath who had tried to kill him.
He’d done worse, regarding his double, if this could be counted as “bad”. (Those hearts were still in his fridge. He kept meaning to trash them but then not doing it.) They weren’t plotting anything sinister, the other man wasn’t threatening him, and he wasn’t falling victim of becoming psycho Worth’s puppet, as he’d been so fearful and defiant of becoming not long ago. He was still a bit fearful, and still very defiant, but the request had been such a simple one he’d been taken off guard completely.
Psycho Worth had asked him to come with him to see Hanna.
A dead Hanna.
It had been so awkward and vulnerable sounding and strange that Worth didn’t know how to respond at first. But eventually his thumbs started moving.
[txt] a hanna died?
It wasn’t the most eloquent thing to say once you’ve found out someone passed away, especially when the very thought of any Hanna dying made his throat clench a little. But it was all he could get out at the moment.
Hanna had been dead for ten years five months and twenty two days. Luce never missed an anniversary, always made sure to visit. Except for one year, that last year, when Hanna’s body had vanished. Though all had been resolved, Hanna had a new grave, Luce a place to see him. But, he still hadn’t gone to find it.
It wasn’t that he was scared, he didn’t get scared, and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to. He just, didn’t. Luce didn’t know why, he just didn’t want to go alone. That created a problem. The majority of his ‘friends’, were no such thing, they were a bubble of normalcy to keep him from suspicion. They didn’t know him and the people who did know him hated him. Hanna was the only one who hadn’t .
Well. Sort of. There was one person he was close to, as close as he could be to anyone since Hanna. Himself. Not a friend, almost an enemy. But always interesting. For a long time his copy ran at the mere thought of him. But the fear had lessened, they could even hold a conversation. So Luce started one.
It was awkward and he wasn’t sure if Worth would even respond, but he did. Ah Worth, tactful as always.
[txt] no shit why else would I say that
[txt] sacred gardens just fucking be there
[txt] ill play nice. promise
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I have 356 followers.
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(Hey guys, bump her up to around…380? Maybe?)
(( You people are all insane for following me ))
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