cara had never had company at the cemetery. well, maybe with spirits but none she'd emotionally felt.
it was natural for her to be alone. her thoughts kept her completely occupied. she questioned everything and anything and thought about everything and anything.
"so what's your name?" cara asked, not quite looking at him. she had a thing for attractive boys. she believed it was impossible to look at them straight in the eyes without going completely red.
"harry, and you?"
"cara."
"why do you go here to clear your mind?"
"it's quiet. i fantasize about living underground, away from everybody."
"are you... you know... depressed?"
"i prefer overwhelmed."
"but with what?"
"life."
"so you're suicidal?"
cara formulated for a few seconds on what'd she say. she was afraid of scaring him off.
"not exactly. i'd prefer to be dead instead of living, but i'm not gonna off myself."
"but you wish you were living down there." it sounded like he was repeating it to himself to fully grasp it. cara hoped he didn't think she was wishing to live in hell.
"sure, why not. the only thing that scares me is being closed in."
"but that's basically all it is. being closed in."
"it's probably a better feeling than up here."
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Hollow | h.e.s
Fanfic❝her hobbies included frequently spending time at a cemetery and wondering what it was like to live forever down there.❞
