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I will buy a house with a fireplace just so i can throw letters into the fire as my partner watches me without my knowledge
dm me if you want to watch me throw letters into a fire without me knowing youre there just for the intrigue
dm me if you want to look at me longingly while I stare into the flickering embers barely staving off the biting cold
I'll chop firewood outside when it's -40 while you wait inside in the warmth of our bed, snuggling up to our pet cat hoping frostbite doesnt take me before it's my time
I'll come inside after being away from home for 4 days, blood on my hands and clothing. you'll ask me what happened and I'll say I hit a deer.
you'll come outside, wondering when I'll be back. there's a trail of blood leading into the nearby woods. you follow it. I'll be lying there on the ground, bleeding out. you hold me in your arms and ask me 'why'. I have no answer. after a minute in your warm embrace you watch the
light drain from my eyes
no i'm fine what do you mean
it's winter. the ground is cold and the trees remind you of when you were younger and times were so much simpler. you used to climb those trees. it was a lot easier when there were no leaves - nothing to brush up against your face and cover your view
but that isn't what matters right now. you need to hide the body, and fast. the frozen ground makes it difficult to dig a hole so you need to improvise.
you recall the lake to the west.
you drag the body for 2 miles before reaching your destination.
you recall the lake to the west.
you drag the body for 2 miles before reaching your destination.
upon arriving you fill the bag with sand and soil, something heavy enough to weigh it down. you tie the bag up and throw it into the lake. easily 80ft deep, it'll be a long time before anybody finds it
this thread went from 'I want to own a house in rural canada and seem mysterious' to 'what if I did writing'
