✧ ˚ ·ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵃʳᵐ ᶜᵃʳᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵖˢ.

'The wood under foot slightly chimes with each step, as I bring a finger to linger in front of the doorbell only to halt.

𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

I lower my head, as I swallow a sigh. I hate this. I hate how I'm so nervous.

Grunting, I advance my hand to the brim of my hat; my fingertips caressing the fabric afore returning to the doorbell and forcing my thumb against it.
It rings with a buzz, and after a few moments, the sound of hurried and hesitant footsteps echo behind the door. The shuffling became awfully fainter as time passed, and-commencing from silence-the door opens.'

I made the art for the cover, please don't steal.

omgg why did u make a mdp fic

bc there's no fucking hope left in life ,,, //j