𝕺𝖓𝖎𝖝 & 𝕴𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖞 | ᵀʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ

"I see a line of cars, and they're all painted black, with flowers and my love, both never to come back."

There's a certain dignity in death: A certain grace and peacefulness that no living person could ever achieve, no matter how much they meditate and pay someone to tell them how to feel, what to do, and to battle the monsters in their heads for them.

I preferred to make friends with those monsters, but I expected them to stay in there like good little creatures. They didn't.

This is a story about that.