Did hiuh Laurent ever really love Damen and commit to him the way Damen committed to him? It feels like their relationship was really unequal and that Laurent was partly with him out of convenience—especially if Laurent was really able to develop feelings for someone else so soon after the breakup. It feels like he’s been treating Damen, and the supposed feelings he had/has for him, very cheaply tbh
it's always hard for me to reply to questions like this because I feel like it's unfair (and could ruin the reading experience) to give you spoilers or explain things that haven't happened yet.
what I will say is that this, everything you've just said, is exactly what Damen is thinking at this point in the story. he is starting to second guess their entire time together and have doubts regarding the nature of their relationship. all of this WILL be addressed in later chapters: why Laurent started dating maxime, whether or not Laurent was using Damen, what Laurent's thoughts are on his OWN actions.
I believe that by the end of the story everything that warrants an explanation will have it. what's a different thing altogether is whether or not readers will SUPPORT each character's decisions/thoughts/actions. what I want to accomplish with ANY piece of writing is that the reader understands as thoroughly and completely and wholly as possible WHY things have happened the way they have.
I'm very excited to keep posting and get to read your reactions and thoughts! thank you for reading this fic and THINKING about it enough to have questions like this one. it's what makes it such an amazing experience!!!!
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simon - 13, 19, 23, 25, 27, 44, 45, 48 and 50 for the ask game :)
13 does your sim believe in any cliches? (i.e love at first sight)
I don’t know if this one counts but Simon believes in the grass is always greener on the other side because damn his grass is shit half of the time if you ask him.
19 is your sim a pet person? if so what is their favourite animal?
Simon is actually a pet person. He doesn’t discriminate when it comes to animals but he likes dogs more.
23 are they planning to go or have they already been to college? if so, what would be or what was their major?
I was debating about answering this question because I didn’t want to spoil anything for the legacy, but eh what’s life without a few spoilers. Simon isn’t planning on going to college, he doesn’t want to attend and wants to do something else with his life.
25 what is one thing your sims wants to do before they die?
He just wants to be love. Experience it in its truest form.
27 is your sim a netflix viewer? if so what are their top 3 shows.
Yeah, Simon watches Netflix here and there. His top 3 shows are black mirror, blue eye samurai, and castlevania.
44 what is a flaw your sim has?
Asking for help. Simon doesn’t like asking for it and will rather do it himself.
45 how do others generally perceive your sim?
He comes across as a bit aloof. Simon is really nice but you just have to crack his shell.
48 does your sim have a favourite emoji?
The emoji with the sunglasses. Simon really likes that one and will send it randomly when he doesn’t know what else to say lol.
50 what is the last text your sim sent (and who did they text)?
He sent the last text in his group chat with his friends. And it’s basically about him having a breakdown because Simon just realized something.
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Shame under the Sand
Tens of small and large tents are erected on the golden sand. It is a summer morning, the waves are quiet and inviting. Even more families defy the hot sand and drag their tent, food and kitchen utensils to a free place. The swimming, playing and sunbathing beach guests pay no attention to the man who, at the edge of the beach, gives instructions to a bulldozer that shovels sand into a truck.
Támo shouts at her sisters, little sisters and the children, points to the place where the big tent has to be set up and where the luggage should stand, safe for sand. Satisfied with the collaboration, Támo leaves home to pick up her mother, for whom there was no place in the two taxis, and to collect the rest of the luggage.
The man next to the bulldozer screams and swings violently to draw the attention of the excavator. This one puts his head out of the window, opens his mouth and then his ears; the noise of the machine prevents any understanding. The indolent truck driver finally turns off the engine and gets out of the machine. The man next to the bulldozer points to the truck --a white cloth and a small arm stick out above the sand.
Támo and her mother get out of the taxi and, with their heavy luggage in their hand, they walk across the asphalt to the wide staircase that separates the road from the beach. They can not move further; the view of the beach is hidden from view by the crowd. Támo struggles between the disappointed beach guests, and stands for a crush barrier.
"What is going on here?", Támo asks the young policeman.
"An investigation is being conducted", he replies.
"Research into what?", She asks worriedly.
"You will hear it later from others", the agent turns down any further questions.
Using her mother as a fence, Támo opens her wallet, pulls out a twenty-dirham note and stops it unnoticed in the policeman's hand. This young man feels it, stops it in his pocket, looks to the left and to the right, pushes the crush barrier a bit further and lets Támo and her mother through.
An ambulance and three police cars are standing on the edge of the beach. Policemen are standing here and there, white coats visit one tent after the other, bothered by curious children.
Támo's sisters can not control their impatience to tell their older and disposed-to-listen Támo what they have heard. "An baby has been found, dead, under the sand… The police and the doctor are looking for the mother, the women are not allowed to leave the beach, the men might have, you missed something, then …" The speaker is silent when she hears a man coughing.
"Can we come in?", a female voice asks. The doctor, a middle-aged woman, leaves the two agents outside and enters the tent: "The little children have to wait outside", she recommends dry and business-like. She looks into the eyes of the women, gropes their breasts and examines their lower body.
"What a mess!", Támo break the silence. "Yes, it certainly is," says the doctor without enthusiasm. "The poor child, it will surely have just been born?", Támo tries to get more information from the doctor. "We do not know that yet, madam". "There are still families who yearn for children, and giving them a child is not forbidden, is it?" "No, but you have to follow the procedures", the dry doctor answers.
The doctor is ready, thanks and leaves the tent.
The family has started her lunch. Shouting and loud voices come from the outside. Támo stands up and leaves the tent. A young girl walks between two policemen, sobbing. Behind them, three other women trudge, probably mother and two older sisters, afraid and in tears. The girl disappears in a police car. Támo braves the hot sand, accelerates her pass and stands beside the sad mother.
Támo: "What a disaster!"
Mother: "God is great, what have we done to deserve this?"
Támo: "Where are they taking her?"
Mother: "To the police station."
Támo: "Can not you go with her?"
Mother: "No, only a lawyer can visit her at the police station."
Támo: "Shame, that poor child is so afraid, she is not yet fifteen."
Mother: "Yes, madam, she is fourteen and the culprit is now at home with his family, sitting at the dining table."
Támo: "Does not she live with you?"
Mother: "No, we placed her with a family a year ago, with a "respectable" family! She had to have a future, and we thought she learns to cook, clean and do shopping, and that she learns something from city life and later earn some money, and now they have "taught" her that!"
Támo: "'Respectable' families are not everything!"
Mother: "That's my fault, she often complained to me about their son who did not leave her alone, I said that it will pass and that she must be patient and that it will be okay. I am the one who has to be at the police station, not she."
Támo: "What did they say in the hospital?"
Mother: "She gave birth at home the day before yesterday. I did not dare to take her to the hospital, I thought about what they were going to ask, and so on. A midwife helped us."
Támo: "And you have come to the beach to recover?"
Mother: "No, not really, the baby was born dead and we were scared. You see, madam, we come from the countryside. And we thought that, if we say who the father is, that rich family would bring us to court, and we can't afford a lawyer? And with a child, my poor daughter can't achieve something in life. "
Támo: "No, I know, a child can sometimes be a additional drag for young girls. There are a lot of young girls walking around with a child on the arm, the wretches!"
Mother: "In our neighbourhood, behind the beach, there is no room to bury the child, and God has led us to the beach."
Támo: "Poor girl, who knows what she has to go through."
Mother: "Yes, madam, our suffering is great, may God be merciful to us!"
Támo gives the mother some coins for a taxi, kisses her and her affected daughters and wishes them strength.
"Those damn waves are lost again", Támo curses the USB modem. She is so eager to catch up with her husband who lives abroad, and keep out the grief that the word "waves" raises with her. She starts looking for the abstract waves, but she can not find them indoors. She opens the door and is out in the street with her laptop. The waves are found, the connection is made, Skype is waiting for an order and Támo is delighted:
"Hello, you may not see me well, it is dark here, I am outside, wait a minute, that thing is so heavy." Then, to the night watchman in her street: "Mr. Omar, hold this thing for me for a minute, will you?", looks for some coins in her dressing gown and gives them to him, and to the device: "So, I'm back again, how are you doing, darling, wait a minute, it starts to drizzle, I'll just get an umbrella", and a moment later: "I'm back again, are you still there…"
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