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📬 1:1 Roleplay (C) / cant-love-you-forever
Triggers: death, erotica, nsfw, suicide, depression, immortality
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@dancingqueen
10:33 AM
He couldn’t remember the last time that he had sat on this porch, over looking the mountains in front of him, and he felt this truly alone. It wasn’t too long before this moment of pure silent screaming of grief in his head that he had just returned home from his wife’s grave. Gladys lived longer than the doctor’s had predicted with the cancer that, by the end, had spread through her entire body, but she still would not let that take away from her smile. That smile never lessened, but to see it fade at the end… He sighed as he stood from the rocking chair, ones that they had handcrafted and made from the trees of the surrounding area when Gladys was younger in the relationship with him. He looked out into the woods for a moment, thinking he saw something before turning to walk back in the house. The wooden storm door slapped the door frame behind him as he walked in, moving to the fire place to pick up the photo that sat there. In the photo, a small Asian woman, hair short and grey, looking to be in her mid seventies or eighties, but she held onto a man that smiled equally as wide as she did, the same man that held the picture in his hands. The man looked to be in his early to mid thirties, his hair brown and cut into a more modern swooping fashion, but his smile could match hers in the moment, the love in his blue eyes pure… Turning the picture over it read: “I can’t believe we made it to the 60th year… I know there is not much longer, but please… Please promise me you will love again. You deserve it. The world deserves it…
  • Gladys, 1998”
Looking up at the calendar, the year of 2024 stung to see, but he smiled as he looked down at the picture again as a sudden burst of thunder hit the ears of the man, followed shortly by rain on the old tin roof of the cabin.
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Claire Daniels BOT 4/29/2024 12:28 PM
As the last few rays of sunlight descended and the forest was cast into darkness, Claire truly felt as if she had been thrown straight into a nightmare. When the fights between herself and her boyfriend had increased over the past few weeks, she thought that it was perhaps in part due to their busy schedules. Emotions were running high, and as more responsibilities were piled onto Claire’s plate at work, she would admit that she was spending less and less time out of the apartment. Whether that warranted items being flung across the room by her boyfriend in anger and suspicion that she was cheating on him was another matter entirely. Yes, she knew that Jason had a temper. But he always took it out on inanimate object. Never on her. Not until now. She choked on a sob, furiously wiping at her tears and wincing at touching the skin around her eye that was swollen and tender. A weekend getaway in a cozy cabin had seemed like a great idea at the time for helping them rekindle their relationship. After all, they’d spent their early dating years enjoying such outdoor activities as hiking and kayaking, back when they were kids in undergrad and couldn’t fathom the pressures of actual adulthood. But the peaceful weekend hadn’t lasted long, and a part of Clair’s soul was crushed as, after drinking himself into a stupor, Jason’s aggression was finally taken out on her. The second that he had passed out into drunken oblivion, she ran. Claire couldn’t spend one more second at that place, not knowing what kind of state Jason would be in when he woke up. In her haste and desperation to escape she tripped on uneven ground, twisting her ankle and scuffing up her legs. She limped now through the forest, and with no cell service, no knowledge of the area, and no sunlight, she felt utterly lost and alone. Being stranded in the depths of a dark forest felt like being swallowed whole by a monstrous being. But she would still choose it over spending one more night in that cabin. The
12:28 PM
rain fell in heavy droplets through the treetops, just to add insult to injury. It didn’t take long for the rainwater to soak through her clothing, her hair clinging in wet tendrils to her face. She pressed on, shivering fiercely as the cold nipped at her skin. Her chest felt tight, her heart heavy with grief and fear, begging to anyone and anything out there for some way out of this. She almost couldn’t believe it when she finally saw a light up ahead. Was this real? Was she dreaming? No, breaking through the tree line, she came upon the small home with the tin roof, the porch light a signal of hope, calling to her like a lighthouse on the shore. Her boots crunched on the gravel of the driveway as she trudged to the porch. Was she actually going to do this? Just knock on the door of a stranger’s house? Whoever was here could be even worse than Jason. But she feared what would become of her if she spent the night out in the pouring rain. The sound of her boots on the wooden steps likely gave her away before her knock did. She trembled in the cold, standing several feet away from the door, ready to bolt if this went south fast. @Deleted User
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As John would place the picture back down on the make shift concrete shelf that hungover the even more make shift fireplace, he heard the little sound of water droplets outside, but he heard more than that. In his years here, when something didn't feel right, he knew to trust that feeling. These tress knew, and they would tell you. Another loud crack lit up the living room, but this time a second shadow from outside seem to catch his attention. With heavy footsteps, he walked to the door, holding a small club behind it as he would swing the front door open, staring through the openings of the screen door glass that was not fogged... He almost didn't see her at first, she stood there, almost like a beaten or wounded animal, just staring at the front door, looking for something, someone to help. He felt his body react in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Remorse... "Who's there?" John would say, his voice booming in the moment, "Come on up here, you are soaked..."
12:48 PM
@dancingqueen
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Claire Daniels BOT 4/29/2024 1:29 PM
Claire couldn’t help but flinch slightly at the boom in his voice, an involuntary reaction that somewhat surprised her. She didn’t make a move to approach yet, still not feeling entirely secure. Hard to see in the darkness was the black and blue bruise that flowered over her left cheekbone and eye, her legs scratched and bloodied from her fall. “I-I’m sorry.” She finally managed to find her voice, though it still felt stuck in her throat as her emotions overwhelmed her. “I’m lost. I don’t know where to go…I need help…” She hated the desperation that emerged in her voice, but she was too exhausted to try to put on a brave face and conceal it. @Deleted User
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"No need to be sorry," John's voice boomed again almost as loud as the echo of the thunder between them, "Just come on up here out of the rain and lightning before you get struck..." He sighed as he let the club fall back to its natural position behind the door and he would open the screen door to step out. Stopping himself only slightly to look over at the side door and happen to see a towel that he had used early still sitting on the counter. He would grab it as he walked out completely onto the porch, "Where are you coming from?"
1:32 PM
@dancingqueen
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Claire Daniels BOT 4/29/2024 4:48 PM
Tentatively, Claire stepped onto the porch and approached the man, unsteady on her bad ankle, arms wrapped around herself as she trembled slightly. At this point, she couldn’t be sure if she was shivering from fear or from the cold. Probably both. “I w-was staying at a cabin. We rented it for the weekend. But I can’t go back there. Please…please don’t make me go back there.” @Deleted User
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