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closed for @crimsxnbeau.
a night that had started with laughter and love, and the sweetest little girl this world had ever seen ( sure, maybe she was biased )— ended in bloodshed and lives lost and somehow she’d lost them along the way too. she knew they were fine, all of them. a simple text, a call. it was reassuring, really it was.
still, somehow her mind was stuck on that night. somehow she couldn’t bring herself to delete the text, or erase the sounds that she could never even imagine recreating. such a fun holiday— another one destroyed by the black souls that filled chicago.
sleep had been come and go. a combination of the horrors she unintentionally said yes too, the fear that they would try to call upon her again, and the throbbing pain that seemed to thump in tandem with her heart.
the knock on her door startled her in a way it normally wouldn’t, her hands clinging to the oversized t-shirt that covered her body. her eyes fell shut, a quick three count with her breathing before she pushed up on her tip toes to peek through the spyhole.
the breath of relief she let out was met with a smile as she pulled the door open. unlocking the dead bolt and bottom before doing so. he always did seem to know when to show up. “ is that mama demir’s cooking? ’ her voice soft, full of hope. her stomach suddenly reminding her what little substance she’d provided it since halloween. her head waved him in as she pulled the door back, clearing his path.
