❪ ✉️ ❫ ❛ i thought i’d leave this world unnoticed, with no one left to cry for me. but i was wrong. knowing he — of all people — will be the one to mourn me ... it’s a bittersweet misery. the thought fills me with both sorrow and solace, that someone so lost and broken will carry my grief as his own. and knowing it’s him somehow makes it hurt more, yet brings me a strange, quiet comfort. ❜
ngl, this came to my mind out of nowhere, and now i want to write a whole story because of just this damn one line. TT
