here is maë. girl. mortal. philosopher. harbinger of death. here is armie. boy. god. lover. armageddon. and here is the end of the world.

"You're a pile of poop." "You're a fountain of pee." Dialogue Story

-- ❝Because in the end, she is pure, cherry cyanide in a tube, and he is only the boy who talked to her on a dusty sidewalk, who comforted her once on an autumn's evening, who couldn't tell her what he truly felt in time.❞ A not-quite-love story in a meandering sort of way.

Essentially my first real writing being put out to the public, I have written in the passed which were much more depressing pieces. I'm just starting to feel like I should write again. I hope you all enjoy. This piece specifically deals with me having doubts in life about nearly everything and that every choice I've made could've been the wrong one.. and I'm prepared if my choices stop my journey short.

Check under the bed, in the closet, even behind the shower curtain. Is the bathroom light on? Turn it on. Make sure the doors and windows are closed and locked. We wouldn't want anyone [or anything] to disrupt your reading. Would we?