doesntdie: (cockroaches)
[There's a sharp gasp, followed by soft yet pained breathing.]

So... that's... that's what happens...

[He hisses softly, and there's the sound of rustling.]

I guess... there's no hiding in a game of tag. Well, I guess I can't promise anyone that I won't get hurt.

...these don't look very good.
doesntdie: (sleep never)
My eyes never closed... Why do I only remember their faces?

empty words, empty smiles, he was searching...

He isn't here.

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