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Summer gives up on Stanley. First he’s her friend, then he wants to be a brother, then he loves her, then he won’t touch her … it’s too confusing. Even trying to use her powers on him doesn’t help. The whole thing just leaves her in tears and despair.

She writes him a short, simple note.

Dear Stanley,
    I think I’ve fallen in love with you. I didn’t mean to. I don’t think you wanted me to, but I don’t know how to help it. When you’re kind, when you look at me with those blue, blue eyes, it’s irresistible. But I don’t think you love me. I can’t figure out what you want.
    So I’m going away. Forever. By the time you get this note, it should be too late to stop me. I’m sorry. I do love you.
                      yours, Summer

usurperpredator:

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“So… you want me, right? Why don’t you come here catch what you really want? Come on, I won’t bite you… I guess.”

The sound Summer made was somewhere between a groan and a whimper. “You are a sin and a temptation,” she told Stanley, stalking up to him and tangling her fingers in the edges of his shirt. “Do something more useful with that mouth than talking.”

usurperpredator:

iamthefirechild:

She rubs her hands on her face. “Stanley.” Why was it so hard to tell him this one last thing? He liked the fire. The fire was the little thing. “I know. How you feel.” The words stumble out. “All the time, I know.”

“You’re a special girl, Summer.” He slid his fingers down her cheek, stroking slowly. “You’re beautiful, sweet, sensitive … a little stubborn, but it’s still beautiful… and… I think I love you.”

It was almost impossible to stop herself leaning into that gentle touch. “I know,” she said very softly. “That’s what I’m saying.” She closed her eyes, so she didn’t have to see his face, those blue, blue eyes. She’d still know, but she didn’t want to see. “I’m an empath, Stanley.”

I reblogs alot of kittens for my poor peoples trying to study and flailing. Look at the kittens, children, and persevere.

I swear, sometimes I feel like I’m a camp counselor or a den mother, with all these kids around me struggling — now if I could just persuade them to bring their problems to me, big and little, and let me cuddle them and remind them that it will be okay, eventually, and mama panya loves them.

I’m not leaving, but I’m letting go. There’s so many people on here — I want to be just as important to them as they are to me. I flinch inside everytime I see the post about “I want a ship where I constantly have ideas” etc. because I’m the person who does that. Constantly having ideas, I want to be important — I want to feel like I’m not the one doing all the work. That someone would come to me. I’m not pointing out anyone specific, I’m not. It’s me. I know that.

So I’m just … I have to make myself go back to holding with an open hand. I’ve been clutching madly, being desperate for attention, and I have to stop. I’m /not/ alone, I’m not lonely, I’m just obsessed sometimes.

So just … if I’ve tagged you, it’s just so you know, that I’m sorry, and I’m letting go. I’ll stop holding on so much, and just step back, and let you come to me if you want to. And if you don’t come it’s okay. I promise.