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139: Oppenheimer blue
The shower had been running too long. The condensate steam could cook him but since he made sure Jo was okay with it, he had to accept. That doesn't mean he wasn't checking up to see why she was using such heat.He’d wanted to join her, had even cracked the bathroom door, but the steam hit him like a wall. Too hot. Felt like his skin was roasting. So he waited.Kage sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, the small velvet box burning a hole in his palm. He turned it over and over, thumb tracing the edge like it might vanish. He was tensed. Franckli, he hadn't been so panicked in his life.Although he made sure to ask before. To know if it was forever but something just never changes.Johanna had been singing in there—some old song, off-key, happy. Then quieter. Then nothing.Footsteps. Soft. Bare on hardwood.The door opened fully.She stood there, naked, skin still damp, hair dripping onto her shoulders. Water traced paths down her collarbone, her stomach, her thighs. She ti
138: Hope
The gates looked different already. Was it the colors to the previous white fence or the facet that it was open.New sign going up—temporary banner for now: **Hope Children’s Home: A New Beginning**. Richard Ho’s name scraped off the old plaque like it had never been there. It should be there, sort of. It had been in the family for generations and getting if off their name seemed.He doesn't know how to be feel about that. Happy to say.Kage stood just inside the fence, hands in his coat pockets, watching workers hammer the frame. Alfie had called that morning with informations about the other members of the boards: arrest warrant served, assets frozen, orphanage officially in receivership. The foundation Kage set up months ago—quietly, through layers of lawyers—was first in line to take over. Legal. Clean. Final. Epic huh. Who doesn't love an happy ending.Least to say, it wasn't perfect without someone.He’d come alone. John was handling something else. Jackson waited by the car
137: Oleh fashion street show
Bridges Hospital 11: 11 amThe automatic doors slid shut behind her with a soft hiss. Clara stood on the cracked sidewalk, coat pulled tight against the mid January chill that had nothing to do with the weather. She stared up at the building—white walls, too many windows, the place that had spat her out after her final psych eval. She used to work there, she used to be a boss here. She used to be the wife of the owner of this place now?Now she was nothing but a nut job.Cleared for discharge. No restrictions. No one waiting outside. She wasn't expecting Matt, not when he was rutting in person. She wasn't expecting the family that vouched to have nothing to do with her or Kage that had made it obvious he wanted her no more.She laughed once—dry, cracked, barely a sound—and reached into her pocket. The aspirin bottle rattled. Only four left. She tipped two into her palm, dry-swallowed them, and waited for the ache in her chest to dull. It didn’t. "Shit..shit.. fucking shit" she
136: Dog tag
Nothing would ever be able to fix that hole. Whether the person was hated, loved, or never knew, it would always be that face and feeling that could never feel again .The coffin was already in the ground. No body visible. Just a dark brown rectangle casket in the earth, waiting. The sun, shining from it's angle gave the casket a peaceful Golden brown color. The kind of color a person would never complain of.John stood alone at the edge, dressed in black that looked too heavy for the mild January sun. The mid heat, it should be warm but it wasn't. Its job was to melt his heart and bring out those tears.Hands clasped behind his back. Shoulders rigid. Eyes fixed on the empty hole like it might give Miguel back if he stared hard enough.He had known this day was coming. He just hadn’t known it would arrive so soon. Not even when he got his own throat slit to save the same person. Not when he had to point a gun at the same person's head. It felt like foreshadowing, like fate kne
135: sanctimonious prick
Has it been easy? Absolutely not. Would it get easy? Definitely not. Some people said no one knows tomorrow but for her, she knows her tomorrow and even the next five years to come.It definitely continued with Cozy Crib Motel – Room 207. January 14 – 08:47 PMThe carpet smelled of old cigarettes and broken dreams. It still smelled like piss, vomit and bleach but she doesn't care at the point. Not like she had a choice.Clara lay on her back, cheek pressed to the scratchy fibers, phone clutched in both hands like a lifeline that had already snapped.The screen glowed in the dark. Window closed, door locked, she would do anything to avoid other motel people knowing about her still there.A blurry paparazzi shot. Kage leaving the orphanage gates, mahogany-red suit sharp enough to cut glass. It had happened earlier that day, while she was on the floor, wondering if the drug she took was good enough to make her heartache go away or she was just getting to tolerate more."Bitch" She sne
134: Friendship
The morning light poured through the penthouse windows and landed on the painting like it had been waiting for this day. There was something different about it, could be the morning January sun, or the look in their eyes.Kage stood in front of it, motionless.Twenty small faces looked up at him from the canvas, eyes wide with the kind of hope that had once felt impossible. Julius’s silver wings spread behind him, huge and ridiculous and perfect. He hadn’t looked at this painting in weeks, but today he couldn’t walk past it.He missed the hospital. Not the old one with the broken people and the gossip, but the version that existed inside these children’s heads: the place where Dr. Kage fixed everything. Where he would run breathless; trying to patch the same broken people. Mostly, it was those children.Footsteps—soft, deliberate. Kage couldn't believe it started as a deal to get property and boom, the kids and health insurance got him wings and something with a tinge of hope.
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