a tale of bad goodbyes

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Sebastian’s muscles automatically tensed at Helena’s touch. No one was gentle with him except her and it hurt. He forced himself to relax, to straighten up and straighten out his expression. When he spoke, his voice was controlled and he could look at her directly.

"My entire life, I’ve had someone giving me orders," he said simply. "And now I don’t. I’m nothing without him, I am… nothing." He swallowed, and it was hard to keep his voice steady now. "And now he’s done this to you, the one person I th-" He pressed his lips together, rethinking quickly. "He’s done some terrible things before, but I’ve always been able to support them whole-heartedly."

'Without him,” Helena repeated quietly, heart in her throat. She watched the way Sebastian tensed and relaxed and tensed again, trying to keep up that cool and collected façade. She wondered if it was for her benefit or his. Or maybe the both of theirs. It hit her how connected they were even with so much time apart.

She shifted, sitting back and folding her hands in her lap. “How long has he been gone, Sebastian?”

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I hate confrontation. That’s why I write fucking songs – because I can’t say anything.

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Anonymous: "Are you still seeing Sebastian?"

Not regularly. 

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did y’all know i’m flying out tomorrow night to stay with amelia for the summer

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a tale of bad goodbyes

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Sebastian stood helplessly in front of her, his head starting to ache. He sat down beside her as though her gesture had been an order, automatically and without thought. He wanted to hold her hand again.

"No," he said immediately, then faltered. A fleeting wave of fear clenched in his stomach, left over from every time Jim had asked him questions he couldn’t answer. "Yes." He pushed a hand through his hair, squeezing his eyes shut for the briefest of moments. "I don’t know."

"Okay," Helena said softly, tossing back the last of her drink and setting the glass down on the table. She rested her hand lightly on his leg, just above his knee. Small, safe touches. Nothing too intimate and all easy enough to take back.

Seeing Sebastian this tense, a little unpredictable like a stray dog, worried her. “What’s going on?”

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I’ll look forward to it. - SM

So will I. - HR

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Seven works for me. Meet me on the south side of London Bridge. Less conspicuous. - SM

I’ll be there. - HR

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Your birthday, your choice, love. - SM

Seven? - HR

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Want me to pick you up or meet you there? - SM

I’ll meet you there. When? - HR

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