47 parte Ongoing MatureIt's funny, really,
how silence hums when everything's dead.
How the city still flickers like a bad dream
you keep trying to wake from,
but it won't let you.
I used to think color could fix it.
Make the ache pretty.
It's all my fault.
They look at me like they already know how it ends.
And maybe they do.
Maybe I do too.
If I just stop thinking,
if I just, one second,
no more laughing,
no more ghosts,
no more her,
no more-
...footsteps.
No, that's not,
that's not fair.
No one comes here. No one ever-
But the sound's real.
Soft. Careful.
To not scare the dark.
I turn.
It's him.
Older maybe.
Or maybe I just forgot how his eyes looked
when they weren't angry.
My breath catches,
like the world forgot to spin.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to say.
All I can think is,
why did you come for me?
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When Jinx hits rock bottom, Ekko pulls her back from the edge. In a world on the brink, can two broken souls find a way forward?
1# Timebomb
