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Morphic
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Extra: Morphic Drabble Bingo (2025)
But You Were My Hero
Jean was loud and rambunctious, always the center of attention; Will always tried to make himself smaller, take up less space. Some part of him would cringe looking at her: you can’t just be like that. And part of him was jealous, wished he had the guts to do the same.
When she left them behind, deflated and scared, gangly and strange-looking, Will watched, and some part of him felt betrayed: she was the brave one, wasn’t she? If she was going home, what hope did he have?
But he stayed. Deep breath. Just once, he wanted to be brave.
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Jean’s dad didn’t like to visit their graves, but he took her when she asked.
“Hey, Will,” she said quietly, trying to smile.
“Dad says you weren’t stupid to go. You just wanted to be heroes. I always wanted to be a hero, too.” She sniffled. “But I got scared, and you kept going. So I think you were a better hero. Even if the bad guys won.”
She placed the bouquet by Will’s headstone along with the ball of yarn. Her dad took her hand and squeezed it, silent.
“Goodbye, Will. I wish I could be more like you.”
Cooldown Hug
“Gabriel?”
Before he could string together a response, Jack had wrapped his arms around him, cool and sizzling against Gabriel’s skin.
His heart had been roaring since the church, slime burning bright with restless energy, dripping down his face in hot, liquid globs. It had to hurt, Gabriel realized in alarm — Jack was hurting.
He was going to pull away, but the other boy didn’t let him go, clinging to him like a lifeline. He wanted to apologize — for that, for being such a mess — but the words wouldn’t come.
Despite himself, Gabriel sank into him, body wracked with sobs.
Should’ve Been Me
He dreams, again, of Brian’s body lying there in a pool of blood, only this time it’s his body. It’s Brian who stands over him, numb, and then runs. They don’t keep shooting; why would they? No one wants to kill fucking Brian.
Jean moves in with one of the others; it doesn’t really matter which. She’s sad but she bounces back, because that’s what she does. His mom makes the funeral all about herself, but that’s about what he expected. Kidnapping doesn’t even happen. Life goes on. Everyone’s happier.
He smothers the dream with a couple of early-morning drinks.
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