SUPER TEXT LIST! (TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT INSPIRED)[ text: Unknown number ] I don’t know what happened or who you are but I suggest taking a very thorough shower.
[text to: Isaac] um.
[text to: Isaac] that wasn’t supposed to go to you
[text to: Isaac] I thought you weren’t talking to me
[text to: Isaac] I got your text the other day though
“Isaac?”
“I only need a minute. I’m taking Summer home with me to recover. For a couple months.”
“And if you could just read this. I don’t want to leave her alone too long.”
[she hands him an envelope, and turns to go]
[the outer page is slightly stiff letterhead, ‘from the Desk of Winter Rainault’ all formal at the top]
Isaac,
Summer begged me to get this to you. I told her I’d try, but I couldn’t promise her you would actually read it. Any of it. I don’t know what’s in hers, but I thought you should know: it wasn’t you. Whatever’s going on, what happened with you was just the last tiny thing that broke her. She won’t talk about the other thing yet. If you know anything about it, whatever it is, I’d really appreciate it if you let me know.
If it’s not a problem, I’d also appreciate it if you could just swing by her apartment a couple times and make sure everything is all right. I’m asking a lot from someone who I barely know and who hates my sister, but you’re the only person I’ve met in this town and you seem trustworthy enough.
Winter
[the inner page is a lighter, pastel, girlish kind of paper. it smells of gardenias, and a piece of lapis lazuli is enclosed]
Corasson meyo,
I have no right. I never had any right.
I was wrong. I’m sorry. [tearblots]-ay such horrible things, and I can’t fix this. I can’t fix this now.
I wanted to save you from yourself. I was wrong. The person that I see when I look at you, I wanted everyone to be able to see that person. I love you, [tearblots]l always love you.
Please remember that, after you’ve pushed away everything about me. Please remember I loved you, I believed in you, and be strong.
Goodbye
Send me §, for my muse’s reaction to yours slowly slipping a knife into their chest.
[ NO LONGER ACCEPTING ]
If he lived, he didn’t think he’d be able to forgive her, but it wasn’t for her driving and twisting the blade into his gut. The physical pain was nothing to him, it was nothing in comparison to how he felt after she said what she did.
”—unlike Isaac who is in a long-term relationship with self-hatred.”
The way she said it, so nonchalant as if the fact he despised himself was nothing more than a joke, a point of reference to further an argument she never should have made in the first place.
”What, I’m not supposed to know how much you really don’t like yourself? I’m not much of a friend if I don’t notice that.”
Her sneer was seared into his mind, as if it was somehow his fault. As if he didn’t matter. After something like that, he wanted to hurt her as well and the only way he knew he could, was to shut her out.
He knew that he had hurt her but until the moment he felt the cruel comfort of the blade, he hadn’t realized just how much.
“I’m s o r r y .”
Because even when in the face of death, though she was the one at fault, he was guilty. He drove her to this. Summer wasn’t a murderer, at least she hadn’t been before he came along. At first he denied her love, then her friendship and now he was paying for it, there was nothing he could do, nor nothing he wanted to do to stop it.
It sank in, slowly inching it’s way to his heart. The cold tongue of the blade creating what felt like a tornado, sucking away his breath as his think, hot blood rushed to meet it like a messy, red, embrace.
He should have come to see her. He should have known it was time to accept her apology when Winter came to see him. She had been so worried about her sister, so protective so— they were family. Winter didn’t care what Isaac had done to her sister so long as they worked it out, but there was no working it out anymore. There was no more time to reconcile, to rebuild the friendship she broke and that he promptly destroyed.
He could have saved her if he had just forgiven her, he could have prevented her from taking this step; from taking his l i f e .
”I was just so—”
He was forced to stop speaking as the metallic, iron taste of his blood reached his tongue; he was drowning in it. He could feel himself slipping away as the knife slipped deeper, eager to meet his skin and beyond what it held. His vision began to dim, blackness taking it over as a thick trickle of red began coming over the rise of his dry lip, dripping down onto his chest from it’s place at the corner of his mouth.
”—h u r t .”
“Isaac, I didn’t mean it as a joke. I swear, I wasn’t thinking, it just came out. I was wrong.”
“I was so wrong. I love you, I do, I know you can’t return my feelings but I didn’t want to hurt you. I didn’t set out to hurt you. Just please talk to me again? Please?”
“It hurts so much to watch you be like that. I’m selfish, I know, it just hurts so much, and I can’t help you, you won’t let me in.”
“I would do a n y t h i n g to make this right.”
“Oh, yes, I’m supposed to guess that you were in a relationship when you say things like ‘I don’t want to date the same type of girl that would be boring’,” she spat back.
She folded her arms and turned her gaze to Isaac, mouth crimping. “What, I’m not supposed to know how much you don’t really like yourself? I’m not much of a friend,” she sneered slightly at Martin, “if I don’t notice that.”
”Yeah the same type, I didn’t say the same girl,
If I date a girl who’s obsessed with books,
I’ll probably enjoy the relationship for different reasons,
than I would for someone who plays lots of sports.
Besides, what does it even matter?
You know what? I’m done here.”And with that, Martin turned and left, not even bothering to wait for Isaac knowing full well Isaac would have a few things to say to Summer by themselves.
”It doesn’t matter whether you noticed it or not,
you’re not much of a friend,
and it’s because you decided to make a joke out of it.
Leave me the hell alone, and consider our friendship over.”
“Oh, god /damn/ it.”
“Ohhhh, you’re the sort of person who tells himself he’s playing the field, when what he really means is ‘I’m afraid to commit to a long-term relationship’. Unlike Isaac, who is in a long-term relationship with self-hatred.”
She hadn’t actually meant that to come out.
”I resent that.
First off all you have no right to talk about Isaac like that;
I thought you were supposed to be his friend.
And second of all, you have no idea
what kind of person I am, or what my dating habits are.
But I’ll let you in on a little secret,
I recently got out of a 3 year relationship.”
”Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but that doesn’t sound like
‘afraid to commit’ to me.”Isaac just looked at Summer a little shocked that she would say that.
”Summer, what the hell?”
Then he looked angry.
“Oh, yes, I’m supposed to guess that you were in a relationship when you say things like ‘I don’t want to date the same type of girl that would be boring’,” she spat back.
She folded her arms and turned her gaze to Isaac, mouth crimping. “What, I’m not supposed to know how much you don’t really like yourself? I’m not much of a friend,” she sneered slightly at Martin, “if I don’t notice /that/.”
She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it sharply and obviously chooses to say something else.
“Female is very … open. Tall, short? Curvy, thin? Smart, sassy, witty, shy? Or is it ‘female’ because you don’t have any experiences to narrow it down with?” Needling Martin is really amusing, actually.
”I wouldn’t expect you to understand;
the male psyche is a complex thing.
I say female because I can’t confine myself,
to date one type of girl would get boring.
—where’s the fun in that?”
Isaac just remained silent. He was enjoying this way too much to intervene.
“Ohhhh, you’re the sort of person who tells himself he’s playing the field, when what he really means is ‘I’m afraid to commit to a long-term relationship’. Unlike Isaac, who is in a long-term relationship with self-hatred.”
She hadn’t actually meant that to come out.
Summer snorts and giggles. “I mean, first cousins, second cousins, what?” She gestures with a finger. “It can’t be your moms were sisters, because you have the same last name.”
“So … what’s your type, Martin?”
”I just told you or weren’t you listening,
my type is female.
And actually, my mom was his dad’s sister.”
”She kept her name,” Isaac added.
”Don’t beat around the bush, cuz.
My dad was a deadbeat so I took my mom’s name.”Martin wasn’t the least bit bothered by that fact either, he’d rather not have a dad than have one that was a drunk asshole.
She opens her mouth to say something, then closes it sharply and obviously chooses to say something else.
“/Female/ is very … open. Tall, short? Curvy, thin? Smart, sassy, witty, shy? Or is it ‘female’ because you don’t have any experiences to narrow it down with?” Needling Martin is really amusing, actually.
“I thought incest was only a thing where I came from.”
“He is remarkably like you, Isaac. How distant is this cousinship?”
”Gross, Isaac isn’t even my type.
As good looking as he is,
I’m really more of a ladies’ man.”
”Summer, I have no clue what you’re trying to ask.
Martin, any ideas?”
”Not even a little bit.
Do you mean physical distance?”
Summer snorts and giggles. “I mean, first cousins, second cousins, what?” She gestures with a finger. “It can’t be your moms were sisters, because you have the same last name.”
“So … what’s your type, Martin?”
