Monachopsis
“In another universe, the one we eternally imagined ( during lonely nights, resting our tipsy bodies on lanky rooftops, under the confusion we know as stars ), I could’ve said more. Maybe in another universe, forever.”
By a sickening fate ( bitter and ugly ), Elizabeth survives being clawed into the stomach of a twisted clown — Michael yanking her from the decoractive podium, and cursed to run away into the strangness of a small town. Elsewhere, a boredom-crossed blonde stands as the only lasting hope for a new life.
This took me SO long oml. Thank you thank you thank you @thequackest for letting me use your fic as inspo/make this!!
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