a mort, a mort, amore
“We are both ghosts, in our own way,” Verso whispers, breathing steadily in and out and feeling the fabric of the world breathe with him. The ghost sneers in answer. Verso wishes that if the ghost wants something from him, that he would just get the haunting over with. “What would you have me do, if you were in my place?” Die, he imagines the ghost saying, though his lips don’t move. It is the answer that Verso yearns for more than anything.
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Written for @ficwip's be kind, rewind! to spite you, personally sub-event.
