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Jan
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11th
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2026
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WELCOME TO THE SALTBURNT NETWORK
USERNAME: @lyonesse
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Date:
2026-01-31 02:38 pm (UTC)
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You don't get it. How could you.
[His thoughts are broken up, each coming through as a separate text as his phone takes his silence as a finished message.]
I told you that I get attached, and that it's a problem. I can't. Want you. Because then I won't be able to let go. I won't.
I won't be able to go back to how things should be when we go home.
[More drinking, in a failed attempt at dulling the pain of ripping his own heart out instead.]
So just tell me to leave, Mark. Please. I don't think I can survive you otherwise.
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2026-01-31 02:39 pm (UTC)
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2026-01-31 09:43 pm (UTC)
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I understand more than you think.
This is an opportunity. Time we wouldn't have elsewhere. I'd like to make the most of it.
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Date:
2026-01-31 10:57 pm (UTC)
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No it's not. It's just prolonging the inevitable. You and Isolde.
You and Isolde have a future together. I don't. So you can't say something like that. It's cruller than making me leave would ever be.
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Date: 2026-01-31 02:38 pm (UTC)[His thoughts are broken up, each coming through as a separate text as his phone takes his silence as a finished message.]
I told you that I get attached, and that it's a problem. I can't. Want you. Because then I won't be able to let go. I won't.
I won't be able to go back to how things should be when we go home.
[More drinking, in a failed attempt at dulling the pain of ripping his own heart out instead.]
So just tell me to leave, Mark. Please. I don't think I can survive you otherwise.
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Date: 2026-01-31 09:43 pm (UTC)This is an opportunity. Time we wouldn't have elsewhere. I'd like to make the most of it.
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Date: 2026-01-31 10:57 pm (UTC)You and Isolde have a future together. I don't. So you can't say something like that. It's cruller than making me leave would ever be.