Ford :ribbon:

“But want all I may, I ain’t going back to normal right now. So all I’m left with is--just--just this feeling that I’m a monster now.” Fiddleford stopped several feet away.

Stanford froze. Monster?

“I’m crazy strong--but I break everything I touch. I thirst for blood . I’m the very definition of monster and I am scared to death that it is something inside of me that could take over and make me some--some wild animal, that’ll hurt everyone I care about.”

Ford rose to his feet, staring at the other man. That’s what Fiddleford thought? That’s what was making him avoid Stanford, avoid drinking, avoid everything? The concept hurt as much as it angered him.

“Fiddleford, how could you say that?” He said. “How could you even think that about yourself?”

“Because I am, Ford!” Fiddleford cried, wind and snow whipping through his hair. “I am standing here in a blizzard with barely any clothes on, tryin’ to resist every instinct that is tellin’ me to hunt you down! How does that not scream monster to ya?”

“Because you’re not a monster, Fidds.” Ford said, softer this time. He came forward. “Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, you are not, and will not ever be a monster.”

Fiddleford’s eyes went wide, like he couldn’t believe the words coming out of Ford’s mouth. He tried to appear confident, but Ford could see that he had hunched down.

“You won’t be sayin’ that when I hurt you again.” The blonde tried to snap. It sounded unsure.

“I will keep saying it even when I’m nothing but a ghost.” Ford said without hesitation. “I will say it even if you’re the one who made me a ghost.”

Fiddleford was absolutely speechless. Ford was directly in front of him now.

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