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Lorcan - Drabbles
🕑 Added 2025-02-05 14:45:26 +0000 UTCYou didn't know the picture was there. You thought most of Orla's things were still in her room, as intact as when she last left it.
But here it was, as clear as day. Whenever you cajoled Lorcan to come over he always insisted to come to the attic, he says that the walls are too thin and either one of your brothers could listen in.
You two would go through things just out of curiosity. Lorcan is holding the polaroid so hard it's crunkling under his fingers.
"Lorcan?" you say, reaching out a hand.
He shrugs you off and throws the photo on the floor. "FUCK!" he yells and starts kicking the boxes.
"Lorcan! Calm down!"
“It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop!" he screams as glass figurines shatter against the panels.
"What?!" you ask in alarm.
He pivots around to look at you. His face is anguished. "HER! I WANT HER TO STOP SO THIS STOPS FEELING LIKE THIS!" he points from him to you.
"Feeling like what?" you ask in a small voice, already dreading the answer.
"Wrong!"
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GravesSweetie
O.o I have no words
