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Julian thinks that one of the things about Riley (The Thing, to be fair because every person should really only be allowed one Thing) is that she doesn’t hate like a normal person. Neither does Julian, but that is another thing entirely, because Julian is suffering from brain damage, for one, but also because Riley is a girl and is supposed to be more in tuned with her emotions than Julian is. Riley hates the exact same way that she loves, though. She loves like the world is ending, like she’ll die if she stops. And the problem with that is that she’s intelligent enough for that to translate to the sort of hate that can kill. She doesn’t think, just feels, and that’s her curse, that’s her problem. It’s a shame that it takes Julian so long to understand that, because, he realizes now, that that was always what she wanted him to understand, to know. That thing that she thought that he knew, that thing that pretty much singlehandedly tore apart their friendship, before it tore her apart. “Is that all?” Julian looks up at the psychiatrist. It takes effort. Eyes reveal empty elevators. Eyes reveal the greyest, dullest moon. “Yeah. Yeah, yes. That’s all.” — Published in 2020 by Nauseated Drive. “@eris_rlt is too busy sucking dick to write a real bio and appreciates your understanding. <3”