send me a ‘♪’ and i’ll put my music on shuffle and create a starter based on my favourite line of the first song that comes up.
this one last b u l l e t you mention
is my last shot at redemption.
Survivors guilt. Such a painful and tragic way to live with oneself. Especially when you’re the reason why they died to begin with. Etna could not recall the last time she had visited the grave of her family—stood before their tombstones and paid her respects. But she was selfish. She was a coward too afraid to face the the ghost of per past.
The wind blew pass her, chocolate strands tickling her cheeks. The usual, radiating smile she wore seemed to be lacking as she stared out solemnly at the slab of stone before her. Splaying the meat of her palm against the worn out grave, she sucked in a sharp breath, broken smile cracking on her lips.
” Do you enjoy watching people grieve? “
There was something almost cynical in her question, head bowing forward. Her visit to her family’s grave was supposed to be peaceful, but maybe this was a universal sign that she deserved to suffer—to live with the guilt she had caused.