𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙄𝙎 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙐𝙉𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙒𝙄𝙎𝙀

another day huh . .

kiss me tenderly, gently, violently.

oh god, if it's possible for me to be reborn, i hope to become a kid who is loved.

blank eyes — , staring endlessly at the ceiling.

Holding some moths in her hand . .

does he wanna hold them .ᐣ .

... show hands .

very carefully places the moths in his hands

she smiles softly , the moths fluttering their wings and scattering about along his palms .

filled with pain and unwanted resentment. you wish to be made of love but you are not; you are pieces of a child held together by regret and rage， begging to fall apart.

sitting in a cemetery

pale hues look up from a book she was reading .— head tilted to its side as she ponders what could be lurking..

slowly looking upwards— .. a small hum leaving her .

how many times now have we had to say goodbye? how many times have i failed to say it to you? what makes things worse is just... there's at least going to be one more time, and it's going to be the last.

it was already late . . not that she could sleep much but a knock stirs her body to stand , heading for the door .. —