He went on. “It’s manipulative. It’s all just manipulation. It’s like when Rowan told me that you basically planned to fuck off to Europe if I didn’t get back together with you. And what, just find a nice, historic city as an aesthetic backdrop to drink yourself to death in?”
“[Arkady,]” I said in a rough voice. “What the fuck did you think I was in the process of doing when I met you?”
psychology
“You and this Gaslamp shit!” It was Zara that was talking now, standing in the middle of the living room. “Everyone’s been uncomfortable around you! No one wants to be around you!”
There was a dull roaring in my ears. It sounded too much like my inworld. Or my first five or so friend groups. Or the body’s family.
And this household was never supposed to be like that.
Comparing and contrasting March with my troubles with April; the official birth of Gaslamp.
A snapshot of my inworld to show that even my escape was being tarnished by my partner’s bitterness. Also, The Birth of Gaslamp.
I remember a line where Jay admits he might’ve been a great man if he had never fallen in love. I can’t help but relate.
Living Fiction 