falling || 5sos || au

xxxiii.

xxxii.

[her thoughts]

no, no, no

the line,

the line we were holding on to

it disappeared

it was making hills and

mountains with lush green fields

and I can’t believe it

it’s gone

it’s not there anymore

she’s not there anymore

she has gone where the sun meets the moon

each night

and every morning

and to the beach she loves

that Luke told me she loved–

no loves, to go

and where she

always, always, always collected seashells

that she said looked like her eyes

I watched as Luke shuddered once more

before they pulled a sheet up

and over her head

and pronounced her dead