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oh jeez.
grian nervously took a deep breath. first gteam meeting.
he was going to start the meeting. did he start this? he didn't start this, right? it wasn't his fault? no, he didn't. it was a collective effort. our project. not his, not hers, not theirs. it was everyone's project. the civil war. how did it spiral so quickly out of control from some silly pranks to now?
maybe he should've seen the shift between a few dramatic prank-backs to pre-war. pre-war. was this what he wanted? it felt like he looked away for a moment and then everything changed. and not for the better..? but everyone else seemed to enjoy it.
was no one else as uncomfortable as he was in this? well, maybe not uncomfortable, but, not having fun..? confused? concerned? was he overreacting?
if it was everyone's project, why did it feel like everything was spiraling out of control? like the say he used to had was disappated into thin air? like he was handed a role and a script and he needed to follow it. he didn't choose it. he was given it. but he didn't want it?
was he overreacting?
of course he was overreacting! obviously. so he didn't say anything. maybe at first there were a few objections but they seemed lost, like no one heard them. it's rude to ruin their fun. why should they stop for one person? why should they stop for me? how selfish would that be? it's not fair to them.
i don't want to do this. it's going to end up like █̴̨̛̜̬̗̰̻̻͔̙̰̣̟̂́█̸̨̪̞͔̳̭̰͉̲̝̞̗̼͔̝̠̺͉̿͋̊̿̊̍̿̾̀̄́͊͌̅͐█̴̛̛̲̪̙͇̬̜̳̥̣͔̻̓͗͑͌͆́̎̐̄͋̋̒̍̀͒̕͝. a passion project without any passion. how did everything change? how did it go from our project to their project? but it never changed, did it? right? i'm just being fussy.
grian took a deep breath and put on a fake smile and started the meeting.
put on a show, don't let them know.
and they never knew the truth.
lying is better for everyone.
he'd learned that much.