ℂ𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖~ (a digital time story with a hint of lampnold)

Tick Tock.

3/18/2023,

Paige's execution is set to be on the 20th. I can't believe I got this far with my plan. Normally this would be illegal, for cruel and unusual punishment. But I don't care anymore. I just want to watch as her skin-

"C-c-col" Tony tries to say my name but is quickly interrupted by painful squeaks like usual. I hand him a cup of water I had previously fixed him and close my diary, kissing him on the forehead sweetly. I've been teaching him sign language so that he can communicate better, that'll come in handy for my future plans.

He rubs his flat hand with his thumb out on his chest, roughly translating to the word please. I wait for more but he puts his hands in a heart motion and I think I understand him, even though he's not using proper sign language, we both don't know much after all. I'm learning so I can understand him without a notepad and he's learning so he doesn't need said notepad.

I open my arms and let him snuggle inside, holding his soft, warm body.

"Is this what you wanted love?"

He knods and falls asleep. His breathing is soft and heavy, it almost makes me fall asleep too, I'd be incredibly grateful if that was the case. But obviously, dreamland is so far away that i can't even think about sleep. I watch the clock on the wall flick through the seconds as they pass. Each minute feeling like an hour, no. An eternity.

All I can think about is why his throat dose that. How do you make somebody's vocal cords hurt for that long? I originally assumed that it was just from the screaming and that it would be over soon. Its been two months, I've worn my voice out a lot after heavy royal speeches but each time only lasted less than a week at maximum.

Tick Tock

I eventually dare to look back at the alarm clock, Tony is probably already at the point where nothing can awake him from his slumber. 3:27 am. (My real time of writing this rn) I groan to myself, forcing my eyes shut, and promising myself that they won't open.

Tick Tock

No matter how hard I try, the bags under my eyes don't overtake me. I've been trying so hard to take care of Tony that I haven't gotten alot of sleep. The smile that Tony gets makes all the stress and anxiety worth it.

Tick Tock

I relax my muscles and try my hardest once I realize I've started to hear birds. I don't look back at the window because I already know the room is filled with the soft glow of sunlight.

Alright Colin, all you have to do is think about something that makes you happy. I let my mind wander for a moment, it dosent take me too long to think about what makes me the happiest. Him.

My eyes finally begin to feel heavy as I think of what he'd look like in a flower crown. I should take him to make them in the woods after all this crazy stuff is over. Nevertheless, push that thought aside and finally drift off...

Tick Tock

Tick Tock...