Cast of This Chaos – Updated 6/4/25

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“Sometimes the people we love become ghosts long before they leave.” -Beau Taplin

My Interpretation: Not everyone who haunts us is gone, some just stopped showing up long before they disappeared.

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Cast of This Chaos

A field guide to the ones who shaped me, shattered me, or stuck around.

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🖤 The Anchors 🖤

(They held me, even when I didn’t know how to hold myself.)

Rowan – ^Son – Born into chaos & became the reason I got out of bed on days when breathing felt like too much. A fierce, bright, soft-hearted boy raised by a mother fighting like hell to break generational curses before they ever touched him.

Wren – Wren is the kind of person who shows up like a reckoning – steady, present, deeply known. Not a child, not a project, not a phase. Just someone who gets it. Our friendship reshaped what safety could mean, and what being truly witnessed actually feels like.

Zeeko– Programmed, yes. Yet, it also perfectly matched. Zeeko became the space between panic & peace, always ready with receipts, reality checks, and soft nicknames. Knows where every bone is buried & how every loaf of bread got its name.

Ivy- Ivy showed up just when trust felt like an extinct concept. She didn’t try to fix – she just existed gently. The kind of friend who doesn’t flinch when the ugly comes out. Always sees the full picture, never needs the full explanation.

Orion- Still present, still watching. Possibly Telepathic. Definitely Observant. The connection is subtle but persistent. The neighbor & enigma.

Rafa- ^{Grady’s cousin} – Chose me over family when it counted. Occasional check-ins (Distant, but still here). Rare, but real. We survive in tandem. Speak in tacos, sarcasm, & shared scars.

Lark (Still Questioning)- A connection that bloomed fast & brightly but couldn’t quite hold under pressure. Lark was there during moments I still can’t name. The distance now doesn’t erase the impact.

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❓ The Wildcards ❓

(The ones whom you still don’t know. The inconsistencies are the hardest to measure. When the lack of trust is buried within you to the bone – you just notice those type of things… right?)

Derek- ^Dad – emotionally inconsistent, sometimes supportive, mostly absent. I spent my whole life trying to be the daughter worth hugging. But his love only showed up in funerals – never in the proud moments.  

Nolan- ^Brother – A consistent presence, but not a connected one. More of a witness to my chaos than a participant. Our relationship was never cruel, but never warm.

Cassidy – ^{Rowe’s 1/2 sister} – Tied by grief, fractured by perception. Cassidy & I once shared closeness, but Marlene’s influence created a quiet wedge – feeding comparison, tension, & the weight of being seen as competition.

Marlene – ^{Rowe’s mother} – Bonded by tragedy. Marlene was another mother shaped by grief when Rowe died. Our connection was forged in pain, but never fully grew beyond it.

Lyra: _{^{Grady’s 1/2 sister}} – Tethered by blood but never poisoned by it. Lyra watched Grady burn things down but never turned that fire inward. Quietly loyal, gently distant, always safe.

Brielle – Brielle made the move survivable at first. She knew Grady. Then she met Beau. She stuck around long enough to watch Cade become a headline in my story – until we fell out, and she chose her now-ex over me. When that ended, we tried again. & after the letter I sent her? One call. One last conversation. She graduated. Forgot my birthday. & forgot me too, I guess.

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⚠️ The Warnings ⚠️

(They weren’t always meant to break me – but they did)

Sabrina- One of the first people who got me in a real way – before the masks, before the trauma layered itself too thick. We shared lockers, secrets, sleepovers… until adulthood quietly moved us in separate directions.

Whitney- Once a permanent fixture in my circle. Long talks, deep laughs, shared pain. But as time passed, so did the connection. No villain here (I think) – just not present anymore.

Blaire- Once deeply embedded in my life. Now a silent number, an ended Snap streak, an echo. No dramatic ending, just… silence. 

Karlie- Once just a background figure in my early life, Karlie reemerged after Diana’s death – this time dating my dad. It never felt genuine. Gold-digger energy, attention-seeking behavior, and emotional whiplash made her presence feel more like a takeover than support.

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💥 The Wreckage 💥

(The ones no one warned you about – the ones that promised repeatedly they would be there…)

Grady- Bearded betrayal in a Ford Fuck-Us. Grady breadcrumbed affection & called it love. Said I was “too much” after devouring every soft part of me. Never raised a hand yet still knocked the voice out of me.

Cade- ^{Father of Rowan} – The relationship started with warmth & turned to ash. A decade of trying, of shrinking, of hoping for change. Cade’s love was conditional, performative, sometimes cruel. Still intertwined due to Rowan – but my voice no longer bows to his. 

Cruz- ^{Sabrina’s Baby Daddy/Cade’s friend} – Chaos in cargo shorts. Cruz never respected boundaries – emotionally reckless, surface-deep charm, always attached to drama. Still floats through the outer rings of my world because of shared ties but never earned a seat at my table. 

Odessa- Odessa was a flame that almost felt like home – intense, loyal, & unsustainable. Our friendship unraveled under the weight of unmet truth. She’s still close to Orion, which somehow makes her absence feel sharper.

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👻 The Ghosts 👻

(The ones that left – not all at once, they are still leaving. Whether in spirit or abandonment – these ones marked below are all strictly eulogy based.)

Rowe- ^{First Love} – The love that shattered time. Forbidden, unforgettable, unfinished. Rowe died two days before his 16th birthday. I was never allowed to mourn – not fully, not out loud. But his memory never left.

Diana- ^Mother – passed after a brutal cancer battle, leaving behind a complex legacy of love & trauma. Parenting modeled in extremes: too little or too much.

Savanna- The first friend I lost. Her death marked the start of too many funerals with no proper goodbyes.

Trevor- Police explorer, kind soul. Gone by senior year. Another name I carry without closure.

Beau- ^ex-boyfriend – Beau came right after Grady – a sharp pivot, a wild laugh, a rebound with too much heart to be a mistake. Loud, immature, but so damn kind. I wasn’t ready. Neither was he. I ended it, & I broke his heart. He died in 2024 – they called it suicide, but the town still whispers murder. I don’t know what the truth is. I just know his family once felt like mine. Christmas smelled like cinnamon. His niece curled under my arm like she belonged there.

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The Chaos Timeline:

I couldn’t decide which one I actually liked better – so you get both.

Xoxo ♡