your dust au is such perfect angst potential to me. it's giving washing machine heart by mitski. incoming second person dust pov ramble:
what do you mean the person you love is dead and never coming back, that they met their end at your hand, and then. and then you see them again. only, it's not them. they are a version of your lover completely unaware of all the horrible things that happened. it's like looking into the past, when things were okay, when you were happy. but. it's not real. the person you love is still dead by your hand, and this is not them. and you know they'll never have the chance to become the person you used to know, either. by interfering like you have, ypu've practically guaranteed it.
but. it's better this way, isn't it? for them, anyway. they can have their happy ending, if you let them. if you give them up. too bad you've always been a selfish coward at your core.
so you'll keep up your ruse. you'll keep popping in to steal moments with this person who you used to know. you'll close your eyes and pretend that everything is still okay, that the two of you are still young, stupid, and foolishly, catastrophically unaware of all the horrors that lay just around the bend.
sometimes, you can even forget that it's not really them. that makes the moments when the illusion breaks cut that much deeper.
this isn't sustainable.
*you don't care.
AGH AGG….. .
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