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˙ ˖ ✶ Grayson

"Well, I definitely blame you cause I'd like to do more of that," Kit suggested with a raised brow. "Excuse you! I have always been nothing but extremely PG, I'm all the family friendly fun there could ever be," barking a laugh he swatted Grayson lightly with a pillow before blushing. "Which time were you proud of me, when you realized how bendy I was or when we you held me up against the wall?"

"I'll be sure to keep you posted, but only if you give me the same incentive that led to me cooking," Kit certainly didn't wish to stop that which a simple conversation about Marvel moves had started. "I am," he mused revealing a fork for himself as he giggled in response to the question. Taking a few bites of the mangu first, he watched Grayson chow down and smiled, thinking that he could get used to a sight like this. "Let's just say I didn't really know what to make exactly so I made everything to cover my bases," he shrugged lifting his hands in defeat. Kit took a napkin and dabbed the corner of Grayson's mouth, "Sorry you had a bit of egg there," he said, his eyes drifting down to the curve and pucker of Grayson's lip. Slowly he leaned in before pressing a peck to his cheek, and smiling.

"You're brand spanking new to the city aren't you? Well, my schedule is clear so I might as well take my time to help you get set up. Maybe even find which of your shirts will look best on me," The sultry tone of his words was sure to paint the picture, and how he truly hadn't left this man's side since they met. "I might have to take a few calls but that's about it, m'all yours if you'll have me."

"Yeah... That's fair, I don't blame you whatsoever." He laughed a bit as he looked at Kit and nodded, smiling wide. "Oh so now you are interested in being hallmark movie friendly? I feel like you didn't feel that way last night so I do have to say that I'm proud of you in that way." He replied to Kit as he took in the other's demeanor and how he seemed to radiate, even though they had woken up within the last hour.

"Let me know if you need to practice it more often. I like breakfast so I don't mind coming over and you cooking for me." Grayson ran a hand through his hair as he heard his new friend explain to him what he had cooked and he nodded slowly while Kit was explaining each element of the dish. "Well damn. Are you going ot have some too? This is definitely more than I'm used to. I'm actually just used to having like a bowl of cereal and going on with my day." Grayson laughed at himself. He then decided to dive in and he began with the eggs and then started to go towards the hash and he groaned in happiness. "Fuck that tastes so good." He mentioned to Kit.

"Well I don't know really what I have in mind. I still have to unpack my house and get things settled so I don't know if that's actually going to happen, but hey, there's always the optimism." He smirked. "What about you? Anything fun planned? Hopefully nothing too strenuous."

˙ ˖ ✶ Marcus

"I knew you would see it my way, see you're not only one of the hottest men in New York you're also one of the wisest," Kit said with a giggle, feeling overjoyed that he'd got to spend more time with Marcus. His life had become a whirlwind not that it was ever stale or even stagnant, but recently everything was just a tad overwhelming. His delicate fingers toyed with the ends of a blanket as if they needed something to do as his mind raced with ideas, or the next thing to say. "Marcus, you're not helping the rumors that I'm secretly eloping with a hunky baker if you say things like that, the paps will definitely send that to TMZ," it was a hearty giggle that left him as he craned his neck and shifted his weight, almost stretching but not quite as he laid his head on a pillow. "So far only the big British bake off or something like that, but nothing quite like you. Which makes sense cause nobody is quite like you," rolling his eyes with a groan, Kit had swiftly buried his features into a pillow stifling any words he would've otherwise said out loud. "It's just..." he sighed, his body deflating slightly as his eyes trained on Marcus. "It's getting close to the anniversary of when I got out of that place and of when...It's not important, I just need one of your big hugs."

"Who am I to stop you from making this brave sacrifice?" Marcus asked while briefly maintaining a mock seriousness. It wasn't too long before his usual soft laughter was accompanied with a gentle head shake, "You know, you could always ask me to bake something specific for you. It could be three in the morning and I'd whip up the most elaborate dessert if you asked." Maybe baking while half awake wasn't the best idea, but that wasn't the point. The point was, he was willing to do whatever for his friends. He laughed a little louder this time, "I feel like there has to be some version of that show on Netflix already. They have a show for everything." He couldn't confirm that, especially as someone who was notoriously awful at getting around to watching shows. He paused for a moment, "More importantly though, do you want to talk about why you need a pick me up or would you prefer a distraction?"

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˙ ˖ ✶ Cece

Kit was simply minding his business on a New York street people watching and imagining different stories on how their lives play out day by day when someone who should literally have a sitcom just dropped in front of him. Her rapid fire words made him laugh as he complied to her wishes. "Hmm, I don't know you don't really want to give Miranda, so extend your neck and give more unt, if you know what I mean. We're trying to give Samantha here, not spinster."

open starter @bhqextras location: in front of barney's

cecelia was making her way down the street, on her way to get some coffee before running some errands for the salon when she gasps, looking up in front of her to see the barney’s building she had seen on her screen during many a rewatch of sex and the city, quickly looking around her and pointing to the nearest body. “you! hey, hi, can you take my picture?” in an instant she’s practically already handing the phone over and touching up her hair a bit before starting to pose. “how’s this? ooh, should i stand like this so it looks like i’m walkin’ out?…wait are you catchin’ my good side? ‘cus if not i’m making you start all over again, so that question’s more for you than it is for me.” she states matter-of-factly while still posing with a hand on her hip and a foot pop, switching sides and beaming all the while.

˙ ˖ ✶Elliot

"Listen, it's just Cane's and I'll take you whenever you want, I know you don't really know me but I'm a sucker for a pretty face, besides, meeting new people gives me different perspectives and ideas for new characters in my books." Kit said without shame as he wiggled his brows at Elliot, amused at his laughter. "Thanks, last time I pouted I started a riot of men lining up to kiss me because these DSL's are deadly,"

First off, the fact you won a free year of Cane's somehow makes me very jealous. Elliot typed on his phone with a grin, shaking his head in amusement. And second, there is no way I'm going to turn down any food, especially free food. Letting out an amused laugh at the mention of Kit pouting. No need to pout, I'll spare you from having to do that.

˙ ˖ ✶Oli

Living alone in New York would've been ideal if it weren't for the fact that he'd get lonely instantly, but finding the right match and not end up as a victim on a true crime podcast was definitely easier said than done. Luckily, Kit found Oli. Now in their shared space Kit spent most of his time relaxing in his room just as he was the moment he heard Oli shout, but he wasn't aggravated, quite the opposite he found it amusing how they were essentially playing house. "Honestly, I think Juliet could pull off any look, and maybe the painting would be sold instantly," Kit giggled as he teased his roommate, before coming to get his pup. "Also, you can't help the fact that she loves you, she sees you as her dad, and I'm definitely mom." he mused. "But I'll take her to my room, and hey I was going to order food, did you want anything? Before you say no, yes you're eating because I'm not about to order for myself, I'm not a monster." Kit said with surmountable confidence as he smiled at Oli. "Besides, gotta keep my hot roommate happy with me otherwise it's back on the streets for me until I find a penthouse to hole up in."

for: @kitsantoss location: their place, brooklyn

The sudden addition of two dogs and an extra person all within quite a short space of time, had come as quite a shock in the end for Oli. He went from feeling lonely to feeling a little claustrophobic, especially when attempting to get some painting done. Not that he had a problem with it, nothing like that, because he needed people ( and animals around ). Today, however, it was turning into a bit of a nightmare, the dogs just seemed to be everywhere no matter what he did. "Kit!" the shout came suddenly and he sat up, doing his best to keep the puppy at bay. "Can you come and get Juliet before she ends up part of my painting?" He huffed a little, even though a small smile did cross his features as the dog tapped beside him, getting dangerously close to the red paint again.

˙ ˖ ✶ Micah

Having been adopted had been a big thing in his life, the notion of his birth parents not wanting him struck a chord in him. Then there was all that time he spent in that place where people would become mere whispers after a while, their existence erased as if they were never there to begin with. Athazagoraphobia, the fear of being forgotten, something they all experienced and in that place housed all the wanderlust souls with nowhere to go, far too young to experience hardship ended up. All that pent up emotion and regret, the guilt of surviving, of getting out, it all boiled down to his swift decision to rescue the little fur ball next to him, a little playful cloud by the name of Juliet.

Kit was getting used to having a puppy, never having been able to have one in his youth, and the constant need to want to protect them. He figured this is what parents must feel like all the time, but at the moment all he could do was smile at her playful antics, especially when all her attention was diverted towards another dog, and nothing could stop her from marching towards him and his owner. Kit giggled, as he approached the duo, a little smile perched on his lips as he drank in the sight of the man before him.

If Micah had passed by him earlier, Kit could've sworn he'd break his neck from the need to do a double take. There was something so poetically beautiful about this man that no words in the English language could ever compared to what Kit was experiencing upon first glance. "I think they might, Juliet is also extremely friendly, she's just the people's princess," Kit giggled. "Is it okay if she says hello to your puppy?" he mused. "I'm Kit by the way, sorry I forgot my manners all of a sudden."

could imagining something make it real? micah felt himself drifting into daydream after daydream after ‘accidentally’ meeting his brother. he’d been a lonely child and grown into a lonely man. he didn’t want to be reserved and distant, but he supposed it was just his nature. he pictured the two of them playing. marcus didn’t seem like he would have been intimidated by micah’s competitiveness, which had often turned play into something too serious for fun. his want to win didn’t stop him from making friends, sure, but it may have been what prevented him from having a best friend.

no, there was no point in dwelling on a childhood that couldn’t be rewritten. plus, now he had romeo. the playful and loyal companion took away from micah’s solitude and helped him stay present. right now, they trotted along the city streets together, taking a different route to the park than their typical one. romeo had noticed the other dog a couple of blocks back, but it wasn’t until they were waiting to cross the street for the third or fourth time did micah finally allow himself to make eye contact with the other dog-walker. a shy, wry smile shaped his expression. “i think they know each other.” micah nodded towards the two dogs greeting each other. // @kitsantoss

˙ ˖ ✶ Ana

"I'm saving you from melanoma or have you gone bananas Ana," Kit said as he sassed his friend, rolling his eyes at her. "Also, you're at a beach in New York, it's gross. You have radioactive swimming spiders that give Michael Phelps a run for his money." he muttered as he looked around. "Remind me again why we're not in a beach in Puerto Rico, Brazil, or somewhere nice, I'll even take Mykonos."

for: @bhqextras ( open! ) location: rockaway beach

"You going to stand there blocking my sun all day or are you actually going to sit down?" The question came as Ana pulled her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose to observe the person standing right in front of her. There was a playful, cheeky smile on her features, head tilting to the side and brows lifting a moment. Giving herself the day off had been top of her agenda today, which meant she'd been heading straight for the beach, intent on spending every free second she had enjoying the sun, the atmosphere, and the people around her.

˙ ˖ ✶ Gavin

Kit was as always absentmindedly skipping through the streets of New York. Blaring noise and idle chatter filling the background as he sauntered down the pavement, and in typical Kit fashion, his keys fell a step behind him. From his peripheral he caught sight of someone running after him, at first he thought it might've been someone who needed to speed to the station but as they approached, he recognized his own set of keys and blushed immediately. "I am so sorry, and thank you so much. I would've been locked out until my roommate came back from work. I could makeout with you right now...but that would be totally inappropriate to do with a stranger not that I am judging anybody who does but," he paused, clearing his throat as he took the keys in his hands. "Thanks for saving my day, sorry for the weird thank you, cute guys tend to fry my brain pretty easily."

open stater @bhqextras where: anywhere outside

gavin was walking down the streets when he saw a piece of liter out on the floor going over to throw it away and as he did, he was able to catch the other drop an item unknowingly as they walked past, looking like they had somewhere to be. perking up with the opportunity to help out he's quick to pick up what they had dropped, already sprinting after them with an eager determination. "excuse me m'am/sir/mx.! you forgot this! but i found it real quick! 'm so glad i caught ya! that was an awesome team effort, there! gotta make sure you keep that somewhere safe, though, looks pretty important!"

˙ ˖ ✶ Devi

Somehow withing the grand scheme of the chaotic hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps, Kit Santos found himself in a singles mixer. In a fantasy this would be the place he'd find the man or men of his dreams and the rest is confetti. So far he's been begrudgingly forced to listen to finance anecdotes, crypto scams, and how a guy truly believes Cristina Ricci is an alien. His eyes scanned the room, and he locked with another pair of eyes that seemed to be in the same need of escape as his.

"Hi best friend, and yup, we definitely told Brat and Summer that we'd end up playing Jenga with them, total high stakes in this game." he mused as he whisked her away before drawing a heavy sigh. "This night suck as much for you as it does for me? Why are the men that have talked to me here such duds?"

STATUS: open @bhqextras

LOCATION: Singles Mixer @ Puzzles, Manhattan

When a friend suggested a night out, Devi pictured something along the lines of going out dancing at Club 51, not a game night at a singles mixer. She supposed it was better than getting dragged along to something that felt a little more desperate like speed dating, but she still couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment with how she was spending her night off. To make make matters worse, she had just been stuck in what felt like the world's longest game of darts with someone who made watching paint dry seem more exciting than holding a conversation with them. At the suggestion of a rematch, she immediately panicked and locked eyes with someone else who was nearby. "Oh, I would, but I already agreed to a game of Jenga with them." She tried her best to communicate with the other using her eyes, "Isn't that right?"

˙ ˖ ✶ Grayson

"Considering how you...uh, tired me out I couldn't help but fall asleep," Kit said stifling a few of the words he truly wished to utter, but his little smile persisted. "Oh so you're just aware of this information," he laughed, raising a brow at the man teasingly. "That's what everyone says, and even if you're a super soldier like captain america, or a total bamf, I felt a lot better with having you here with me." he mused. "The feeling's definitely mutual, I got a pretty nice view when I woke up, thought of a different way to wake you up, but I decided maybe breakfast would be more hallmark movie friendly."

"Don't mention it, let's just say I should truly practice it more often anyways." At the question he blushed, knowing he sort of made a little bit of everything since he didn't know what exactly Grayson preferred. "Uh, well to be safe I went with scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon, mini pancakes, some hash, and I made you some mangu, it's a Dominican dish made with plantains and topped with red onion slices that were dowsed with vinegar, and fried salami. It's delicious, so have a bite."

"Well with the way you held me it felt like you'd never let go, not that I minded that." he giggled. "So what are your plans for today since operation get to know the super duper hot guy is in motion," Kit teased.

"Well I am glad to hear that you had a good night of slumber." Grayson replied to him as he laughed softly and then nodded. "You know, I've been told that before so i'm not surprised that you think the same thing." He smiled at the comment about how Kit wasn't going to allow him to wander into New York late at night. "That's sweet of you. However, I can fend for myself and I think I would've been okay but let's just say i'm not disappointed that I decided to sleep over here." He smirked over at the other playfully.

"I feel honored that you would be willing to cook for me then, Kit." Grayson stated before rubbing some of the crusty remnants out of his eyes so that he could fully wake up and be a part of the conversation. "So what did you make for me by the way? Regardless it smells delicious!" He mentioned to him. "I wouldn't mind that actually. I think that it would be nice to get to know you a little better as well. If you're going to call me the best pillow then I'm gonna start saying that you're an amazing stuffed animal." Grayson mentioned to Kit.

˙ ˖ ✶ Amelia

"Honestly, it's been a while since I could just take a breath and enjoy life." Kit smiled remembering how things were looking pretty bright after what he considered a lifetime of nothing but grim news. "Nothing fancy just a fantasy author, but I'm doing thriller and toying with other genres and seeing how I can fuse them into my regular work." Quirking a brow at her comment he made a mental note to never wake up too early otherwise he'd be subjected to a kale smoothie. "Well, I have to say whatever your routine is it's stunning, and I'm Kit by the way,"

"Good. That's awesome to hear! It's nice to have that refreshed feeling, especially when you don't get to feel it a lot." She smiled over at him and then nodded. "Oh shit, really? You're an author? That's amazing! What kind of stuff do you write?" She asked the other. "Haha, I'm good. and nobody is actually making it glow, it's called self care where I go to the gym every morning and I make sure to drink my kale smoothie and eat healthy. But thank you for the compliment anyways." Was that all that was going on with Amelia? Absolutely not, but she wasn't about to tell this stranger.

˙ ˖ ✶ Amelia

"I've been feeling pretty refreshed as of recently," Kit said not mentioning that it was due to the fact that he'd been having people come over and unleash their carnal desires with him. "Also, not that's ever even discussed but the free time an author has is kind of insane, even if my publisher would want me to finish the next book in the saga by tomorrow," he snickered thinking about the cacophony his phone makes at all the texts. "How are you, who is making your skin glow?"

Starter for: @kitsantoss

Location: Becky's Martini Bar

Being at Becky's was nice and welcoming to Amelia and she loved it. Not a lot of people would've guessed that she's actually pansexual without talking to her. She wasn't super open about it but it wasn't something that she hid and was ashamed to tell others. Regardless, she was at the bar and having herself a glass of wine as another individual joined her and she smiled towards them. "How are you doing this evening? It's amazing in here and I love coming here." She explained to the other.

˙ ˖ ✶ Grayson

"Actually, last night was probably the best sleep I've had in a long time. You happen to make a really good pillow." Kit mused, shooting Grayson a wink as he sat at the edge of the bed. He drank the sight of him, a gorgeous smile, and a beautiful set of eyes, Kit could lose himself in the wonderland of this man's beauty. "Also I wasn't about to let you wander out into New York that late at night, so I'm glad you stayed over." Even with all the happenings of the night, Kit was more than glad for the company.

"Grayson," he repeated to memory. There was a slight pause as his mind simple wandered elsewhere, remembering all the other things Grayson had called him. The sudden rush of blood to his features made him look away as he giggled, like a boy finding out new things about the world. "Kit, and hopefully you remember my name cause believe or not I don't usually cook for guys like this, so maybe...just maybe, I'm hoping to get to know you a little bit better down the line. That and like I said, best pillow in New York."

Having worn himself out the night before and with how busy his life has been since he moved here, he was surprised that he would have slept over at someone else's so soon. He didn't even finish unpacking all of the boxes that were sitting in his dining room. He didn't see the rush in unpacking with him not so sure that this was going to be long term for him. For all he knew, Sloane could tell him to go away and go back to his life.

Grayson could smell the food while he was slightly waking from his slumber. He sat up and realized that he was not in his own bed. He had been so work out from moving, working, and other things that occurred the night before that he didn't realize how tired he was and fell asleep in the other's bed. "Shit.. Well sorry, didn't mean to crash here. i guess I just passed out but thanks for breakfast." He chuckled softly as he nodded. "Yeah, well I don't think I really remember your name either. I'm Grayson. How about you cutie?" He asked him, not sure it was appropriate to call him the names that he may have used the night prior.

Pushing Daisies | 1x01 “Pie-lette”

"Marcus, I promise I'm not here to steal anything that you might've baked, but as your friend it is my sworn duty to make sure that all of these items are 100% edible. So I must commit this sacrifice with a great sense of honor," Kit said dramatically as his nostrils flared at the scent of baked goods. "Also, I really can't help but be around you whenever I need a pick me up, it's like you're the snack that comes with snacks. Who would've thought you'd be the human crumbl cookie, hot guy who bakes now on Netflix." Kit said as his mouth as going a mile a minute, and those who knew him could see that this was one of his ways of distracting himself. When the darkness and memories of those walls would encroach he'd put on a smile and joke. @expirednostalgia

˙ ˖ ✶ Teddy

"You are incorrigible," Kit giggled, crossing his arms as his eyes trained on his friend. Teddy was no enigma to Kit, they were a wild child, but a beautiful soul. A staple in Kit's life in New York City, and not a day could go by where he couldn't see Teddy's face plastered on his for you page, or standing directly in front of him. Never at arm's length, they just had one of those friendships.

With a sigh he went into the bathroom, emerging only once he had some Neosporin in his hand. "Here, because you don't know the meaning of taking it easy, I've brought it on myself to keep things handy here to take care of your hands," Pressing it to his friends chest, he pecked their cheek before setting himself on his bed. "I mean we definitely can, or at least I can, but I'm not so sure you can talk unless you've exhausted all that pent up energy you always carry around with you," he smirked.

"So...What's got you at my place today? Because you usually don't come here unless you really do love and miss me, or you can't shake something off your mind."

the blond glanced around the apartment with a somewhat blank look before their eyes landed on him with a bizarre expression. they snorted out a laugh, head shaking some at the bluntness of his statement. ❝ well, first of all, we both know i'm too lazy to do pretty much anything standing up, so you should really get over your sheets, ❞ they muttered, arms folding across their chest as they leaned against the wall.

kit was perceptive; it wasn't exactly that teddy wanted to talk, but they did have a lot on their mind. between matt moving to the city and the fact that their birthday was coming up soon, their mind was pretty much a blur lately. their hands pretty well stayed bandaged; they'd been all but destroying their drum set at home, broken sticks littering the floor of their music room as they stayed wherever they landed. if it wasn't a gash in their palm, it was a burst blister. it was finally at the point where it hurt more than it didn't to just hold the damn things, so they were seeking out a different distraction. that didn't mean they would readily admit it, though.

❝ i'm shocked and offended. can't i just hang out with a friend? ❞

"Question, I somehow won a free year's worth of Cane's, and I really have never been this is my first time so would you like to come with me and get a free meal cause they allow me to bring a party of up to six, that'd be great." Kit asked Elliot through pleading eyes as he didn't wish to use this benefit on just himself. "Please, I'll pout pretty and everything." @elliot-appsley

"If you're here to tell me we should destroy my sheets again, I'm going to ask you to leave as I've just made the bed, unless you'll take me on the wall or whatever," Kit teased his friend before rolling his eyes playfully. "Unless, you're actually here to talk to me and not entice me with your freakishly good muscles, because I'm just so innocent and susceptible to your devilish charms. Now spill, you're never here for no reason." @tcddyw

As the sun rose and it's light flickered in through the blinds of his Brooklyn apartment, there was a stillness to the room, as the rise and fall of Grayson's chest kept Kit serene as he surfaced from his slumber. Memories of the night before peppered his vision, talk of marvel, laughs, drinks, and not long after that he found himself in one of the warmest embrace he'd ever had. Muscle and sinew of man, the strength and tenderness which he was gripped during the night, and now he was a bit dazed, but a little smile kept finding its way onto his lips.

Gingerly getting out of bed as to not wake his acquaintance, he prepped breakfast and brought it over. "Hey so...this is pretty unusual and I've never brought breakfast in bed to someone, but I figured this would be good for me to brush up on my cooking, and...maybe keep you here a little bit longer," Kit winked playfully as he set the tray on the bedside table. "So what was your name again? I'd guess, but so far I think I mostly said oh god and yes last night." @grayson-danvers

[Andre Lamoglia, Cis Man, He-They ] — whoa! Kit Santos just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for 8 YEARS, working as a WRITER. that can’t be easy, especially at only 29 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit SNARKY and YAPPY , but I know them to be ENERGETIC and CHARMING. whatever. I guess I’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to BROOKLYN! — (Juicy, 21+, est, any, n/a)

tw: cancer, death

Life can be pretty fucking shitty, and that all rings especially true when you’re young and think of nothing but the future, of growing up, never truly appreciating the time of your youth. Kit had learned this lesson early on, a child of the system, the byproduct of high school sweetheart love, two so enamored yet unprepared for the harsh reality of the world, so that baby that came out of spurious love would never know his parents, or at the very least those he shared DNA with. Not that it mattered as he never really lived in the system for long as some hopeful couple had wanted a baby for so long, but they just didn’t have any luck, so in some ways Kit was their miracle child. Besides the somewhat cautionary tale that was his birth, life was pretty normal for him, he was good in school, was an honor roll student all the way up until senior year when he was ready to venture out into the world and become a professional. At least, that was the plan, that’s what most young adults did once their high school career was over, go into higher education, get a degree, and make a career out of it. But on a night out with friends, one of the many that he’d come to know a night that was supposed to be like any other, his world turned upside down. Kit had passed out during one of the school’s football games, walking into the parking lot with his friends as they all celebrated the victory, he collapsed as he fell to catch up to them, and that was all he could recall as the darkness that was trying to invade from his peripheral took over.

The diagnosis was adenocarcinoma, and the fainting spell was brought on due to dehydration probably from the upchucking that he had done at home prior, thinking it must’ve been the corn dog he had ate that just didn’t sit with right him. They told him and his family about the available procedures and all that they could offer, and Kit couldn’t think, he couldn’t say a single word, all he could do was sit there and listen as the fear hit him like a truck. It dashed all his hopes and dreams of the future, as it looked grim, but he was up for the fight, as they call it. As if this thing was just another type of battlefield that he was wholly unprepared for, but he wanted to live, so what other choices were there? After a year in treatment, things started to take a turn for the worse, the doctors were giving up hope, and the look on his parents face as they tried to assuage the news didn’t help. Kit was left in that hospital bed looking at all the stories from his friends, moving on with their lives, going off into college, and he was just stagnant, deteriorating, as if his own body was waging a war with itself. After being told he only had maybe less than a year, he decided to spend his few remaining days in a place he had found online. A place that housed kids like him, kids who were terminal and wanted a better way to spend the rest of their remaining days. So as his bags were packed, he ventured off to what might be       the best time in his life.

It felt like Hospice, except all the inhabitants were young, about his age, just young adults that for better or worse, lived their life as best as they could within this abode. He settled in quickly, made friends with the other kids and found in them a second family. They would all do everything together, they’d all tell the wildest stories that they could come up with, say what they would do if they ever got out that place. They’d steal alcohol, drink together, find themselves in the woods making a little bonfire, and Kit figured that it might not be so bad to go if you were surrounded by people who truly loved and cherished you, and knew exactly what you were going through. Kit met a boy, and their feelings for each other sparked quickly, it was beautiful and wild and real, and all the things’ people wish for, so he thought of himself as lucky in that aspect. That he got to experience what felt like love, real love, at least if only even for a little while. They promised they’d marry if they ever got out, but as the story goes, the good times can’t last. It should’ve been obvious given all their circumstances, but it still hurt, hurt like hell to know that seat at the table would never be filled by that person ever again. Here, he began to write, began to immortalize the people he loved in his stories, gave them all the grandeur and fantasy that they deserved. In his stories they got to live, carry out their lives, he gave them adventures, romance, every other amazing thing he could think of that he knew they’d enjoy. Little by little all these stories became a book, the first of many that he would never publish, at least, he didn’t think about it at first, didn’t think he’d ever get to see his work out there in the world. These were just stories he made for his friends, of his friends, and ones that he would keep for life…or at least until his time. Kit experience heartache many other times, as a lot of the faces he knew and loved had vanished, and their big group had dwindled, but even so they never truly left, not while there were pages and lips that said their names.

Then another miracle happened, the miracle baby of his parents got one for himself, new results that said he wasn’t terminal, and that while not fully recovered it meant he could put his life back on track. He was happy, sad, guilty, angry, confused, so many things all at once because…why him? Survivor’s guilt is common, and he knew that, be he didn’t know how visceral it would truly be until he was one himself, a survivor. After he left, he promised to himself to keep them all alive, and he did, his book got published and a bestselling author he became. That one book spawned an entire series, and he had made his friends ever living in those pages that millions of others now read, they fell in love with the same people he did, but they would never truly know how amazing each of them were, not like he did. Now he lives comfortably, playing the same video games one of his friends would’ve raved about, as if he had had kept something each of them loved and carried it with him forever, or as long as that could be. Still, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever find love, or a love as beautiful as his first, survivor’s guilt is a bitch, but it’s the bitch that he carries deep within his heart, and he doesn’t know if there’s anybody who could mend it, those battle scars.

ELITE "The Family" — 7.05

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