' ' Death is Inevitable. ' '
https://open.spotify.com/track/5QTxFnGygVM4jFQiBovmRo?si=tZmqqs7STMKdOVaHBmQnIQ
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The silky strings of a deep blue electric guitar was played by an equally blue-wearing boy. His eyes rest shut calmly as he sways to the melody he's playing. D, C#, B, double A. The notes are simple as they are intoxicating. His fingers ache with blisters, but he doesn't feel the need to stop. The pain, it feels good, as it's coupled snd complimented by the dark undertone of the song he's playing.
Craig Tucker may not care for many things, but the musical talent he possesses and the adoration he has for it surpasses all expectations.
' 'All our times have come.' ' The words exited his lips with a hushed softness to it, despite the voice producing them being deep and slightly raspy.
' 'Here, but now they're gone,' ' he mumbled, chuckling with a weak smile. Not remembering many of the lyrics, he continued to play, the bruises (and countless bandages) dotted all over his fingers sending a sharp pain through his nerves. He winced uncomfortably, but continued nonetheless, humming along.
' 'Come on, baby, don't fear the reaper.' '
[might continue later shjshsjsh idfk]
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random 2 am inspiration writing
Fiksi Penggemar(Cover drawing is mine lmao) Don't expect frequent updates or continuations to stories published on this book. These are just products of insomnia-induced braincell communication. Pretty much just dumb thoughts my brain throws at me at 1:00 to 4:00...
