* An old photo of you that Noelle took when you were kids. There's a sunset behind you, and you can't quite tell, but you think you might be smiling. * You threw the photo away.
hello. chapter 5 is out now, and i wrote a short story about kris and noelle in which (upon thinking about kris and noelle, the author suddenly became violently ill, and was unable to describe the story in any further detail)
as usual, feel free to read it or not read it.
(5am, the day after posting this: i wake up in a cold sweat. my heart is pounding; my mind is in a state of completely lucid terror as if i had just woken up from a dream about forgetting to submit a university assignment on time) i just realised i forgot to put ice-e in this


















