HOT ot NOT

[maplesight]

hey all of you losers out there! you all scored dates for the dance yet!? you're running out of time!! but don't worry, good ol' Maple is here to help if you haven't.

"How are you going to help us, Maple?" you might ask. well lo and Behold, I bring you a proud tradition of the school, which allows one to show off to other desperate, lonely students, as well as GET IN THE SPIRIT OF ST. VALENTINE'S.

a couple centuries ago, St. Valentines was crucified for the CRIME of being SMOKING HOT, and to commemorate this we all post pictures of ourselves for the rest of the students to tell us whether or not we are smoking Hot or a desperate Not.

HOT OR NOT

post pics, get judged, score a date.

that simple

this is a PROUD TRADITION here at Daybreak, so do it! get in the spirit of the school and valentine's! and DON'T be a loser by telling the staff about this post

Comments

[made_up_names]

[ He's listening, okay. Also telling when he can, which. He knows not to go crazy with that part, given he's already hurt her; he doesn't want to cause her any more pain than he has to. But given the circumstances, he has to try a little bit, right? He's thoughtless, but he's not just an asshole. He did this out of some level of care, even if that care is wildly misplaced.

Another small bow of his head as she continues. Picturing his own parents gone, what his aunt and uncle had to go through. At least they'd had each other ... Imelda had been alone. ]

I know. I know he hurt you, and I think you're right to be mad. He still left even if he meant to come back.

[ His voice drops to a murmur. He should probably be surprised that Imelda knows about Héctor's state, but mostly he's just relieved. ]

But - but like you said, he's dead. Who knows how long he's even here. He told met that kind of magic fades eventually no matter what. That he's not going to age, and - do all this stuff living people get to do. But I think that's even more reason to spend as much time as you can with him while you even have time left to spend. Or else you'll finally get around to forgiving him only to find out he's gone.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

It's not that easy, Peter. [The way he talks about it... It sounds like a fairytale. A bittersweet story about love and forgiveness... One of those tales that ends once the person is gone, so you never have to see the pain that they leave in their wake.]

What he did was selfish, and if it took dying to realize that he was wrong, then he realized it too late. I don't want to forgive him. I don't want to spend time with him. I'm not interested in torturing myself--or my daughter--for the sake of his happy ending. This was his mistake. Why should we have to keep suffering for it?

All I wanted was for him to just... go away. Him and his memory, to just leave us alone. So... please. Stop trying to force him back into my life. I don't want him there anymore.

[made_up_names]

[ Peter stays silent for a moment, even after she's done talking. He - doesn't want to argue with her. Not when he's trying to apologize to her. But he also doesn't think she's thinking of it the right way, so what the hell does he even say? That she's wrong but he's trying to be nice about it? That will go great. ]

Okay. I won't, then. If that's really what you want, I won't mention you and him in public at all.

But - I mean, I am thinking of him being happy? But I'm thinking of your happiness too. I think if you don't get a chance to put this to rest while he's still moving, you're gonna regret it someday.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

Peter, I have nothing but regrets with him already. What would you have me do? Forget that he broke my heart, and extend an olive branch just so he can break it again? [A small spark of anger tinges her voice, but mostly she just sounds exhausted. Run-down in a way where whatever hopeful optimism he's trying to bestow on her, it just isn't making its way in.]

I know you're trying to help... But you're not. I've made my peace with the fact that this is my life now. This is the best it's going to get, and I just want to live it. I don't... need a ghost pulling me back every time I try to move on.

[made_up_names]

[ Well. The answer to that is no, probably. He doesn't know what he wants her to do; he only knows that he wants both of them to be happy, with no idea of how to get there.

Maybe he's doing this wrong. Maybe he just is wrong. ]

All right.[ He lets his head droop a bit. ] I - I'll stop. For real this time.

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[She gives him a look like she's not quite sure she believes him. How many times has he promised that already? But she sighs after a moment, rubbing at her eyes to clear any traces of tears there.They're still mildly damp, but it's going to have to do.]

Let's hope so. [For her sake more than his. She looks back down at the pieces of the phone on the ground, wincing faintly.] I'm... sorry about breaking your phone. I'll get you a new one.

[made_up_names]

[ Look. It's been a lot and he frankly doesn't blame her. But he's being serious and genuine - just like he was the last time he promised.

He also winces, stooping to pick up some pieces. ]

That. Uh. I'd really appreciate that. You broke it pretty badly. I'm kind of impressed?

[no_dejare_de_quererte]

[She has the good conscience to look abashed at that.]

Don't be impressed over something like that.