hello

‘See?’ whispered Bunny. ‘Knew he’d come. Oh, hello,’ he said, as Henry approached the table. ‘Boy am I glad to see —’

I love writing him hating himself for not fixing it, for not getting rid of himself when it was the most logical thing to do. I love writing him feeling that irritation you can only feel by looking back on a test and seeing you got an answer wrong, but towards his heart; like he should've been smart enough to make it stop beating. I love writing him pull himself up to his feet, because there’s no other choice of what to do, when months ago he should’ve been dead.

I love writing him hate how they won’t let him use the shears or spade, because they’re too sharp.

🌿𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓼 🌿

sketch catfished the hell out of this result