" . . . i'm not sure . " chewing the inside of her cheek, an anxious old habit of hers - braces constantly shredded the flesh inside . " on one hand, it's kind of . . . empty . but . . . i don't think i hate that . there's no one around to look at me anymore . "

i desire violently and i wait.

one hand idly plays with julie's locks, leaning back on the slant of the roof . " i don't know how i haven't gone insane being stuck with you three . " a sarcastic eye roll, taking a slow sip of her drink .

" mm . . . i GUESS you're alright . " sticking her tongue out down at her, wrapping a strand of hair around her finger . " if i really have no other optioooonnn . . . "

" don't remind me . " lingering on the kiss for a bit . . . keeping herself hunched over, closing her eyes as the subtle sunlight washed over them .

" it's . . . not your fault . " she murmurs, caressing her cheek with the hand once in her hair . " with how he is . . . it was bound to happen anyway . to any of us . "

it's almost sad, really . maybe, in a different time, she'd have felt sorrow . regret . anguish, remorse even . oh, well . time has come and gone .

could be us

your soul a quiet cello hum swept through long, empty hallways. your soul a dizzy, unkempt breeze. your soul a white daisy unbloomed. your soul so soft and full of shuddering.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀hit me . I swear I can't feel a thing .

eepy .

blood makes for such a pretty art medium . . . don't you agree, reader ?

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