rage, rage against the dying of the light
Grief is a living thing that claws at your insides, and Eliot Waugh is drowning in it. Quentin's gone, and the world keeps spinning like it doesn't even notice. The others have moved on—Margo with Josh, everyone with their happy endings—but Eliot can't. Not when Quentin's handwriting still haunts the refrigerator, not when the ghost of their unspoken love lingers in every room. He's done pretending everything's okay. He's going to bring Quentin back, no matter the cost. Even if it means burning down the fragile peace they've all found.I stare at the sticky note on the refrigerator door like it might disappear if I blink. Quentin's handwriting—messy, hurried, the loop of the 'y' in 'Friday' slightly anxious—haunts me. It's just a reminder, something mundane and ordinary, but it feels like a physical ache in my chest.
"Where are you going?"
Margo's voice cuts through the silence, sharp with worry disguised as irritation. I don't turn around. I can't. If I look at her, I'll see the way everyone else is moving on, and I'll break completely.
"Everyone's getting their happy ever afters," I say, my voice coming out softer than I intend. My fingers brush the edge of the menu Quentin's note is attached to, and I feel that familiar twist in my stomach—the one that isn't from the stitches. "I wouldn't want to get in the way of that."
"Eliot."
There's command in her tone, but underneath it, I hear the worry—the same worry none of them seemed to have for Quentin when he was unraveling right in front of them.
If I weren't so sick of people pretending to care, I'd play along. I'd paste on a smile and make a joke about her and Josh, about Fillory, about anything that isn't the gaping wound where Quentin used to be.
But I can't. Not today. Not ever again.
i am going to walk out of here free
Trapped in the labyrinth of his own mind, Eliot Waugh confronts the demons that have haunted him for years. Between therapy sessions that unravel the layers of his trauma and fragile connections with Quentin and Margo, every choice could either lead him toward redemption or deeper into darkness. The battle for his soul isn't just against the Monster that possesses him, but against the walls he's built to survive a lifetime of pain. Will he finally break free and reclaim his life - and the love waiting for him on the other side?
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[Xing Qiu] Break Up and Die
Waking up as the victim of a brutal same-sex homicide case, you realize your only chance at survival is to maintain your relationship with Huang Xing - the unstable boyfriend who's destined to kill you if you break up. Trapped in a dangerous dance of desire and death, every intimate moment could either save you or push you closer to the edge. Can you reform this damaged soul, or will you become just another body in his twisted love story?
Breathe Again
The stadium lights cast shadows across the empty field as I stand at the pitcher's mound, my arm still throbbing from today's workout. The scent of fresh-cut grass mingles with the salt air blowing in from the bay. I should be celebrating my comeback win, but instead, I'm thinking about Lawson—his calloused hands, the way he whispers strategy in my ear during games, the secret nights we've been sharing in hotel rooms and empty clubhouses. Our chemistry is electric, dangerous, forbidden. As teammates, we're unstoppable. But as lovers? We're playing with fire that could burn down everything we've worked for. The question isn't if we'll get caught... but whether we'll care when we do.
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