#gravemorals

❛          well y’see,  the thing is—          ah was jus’ passin’ awn by the areah,  protectin’ the citizens of this merry town a’ derry,  an’ i thought ter mahself.          i thought ter mahself,  well shucks,  it’s sure been a stretch since ah last seen that boyo jus’ dahn the street from me,  why don’ ah pay’im a visit ?          ❜          don’t let satire shroud sincerity,  for it is ever present,  ever veiled with wit.          TRANSLATION,  I MISSED YOU   /   IT’S KILLING US ONE BY ONE.   YOUR SISTER IS GONE AND I’M SO SORRY AND I MISSED YOU.

grief coaxes erratic behaviours out of the best of people,  and richie exhibits a concern uncannily mature for his young age.          ❛          how long’s it been,  man,  months ?          ❜           their link has been broken,  ingrid’s untimely death—     no,  disappearance hanging over them like a cloud full of rain.          they still lull in the calm before the storm,  whether they know it or not.          ❛          but seriously,  you good ?          ❜

her hand still sits on top of her lips, as though she could wipe the kiss away and make it so it never happened. she wishes that she could. if only they could go back a little, they could erase it. if they went back a lot, maybe she could change things so he’d never want to do it in the first place.

         she supposed that it was pointless to think like that, though. he certainly wasn’t, anyway.

“just shut up, rowan, just---- just shut the fuck up. for a minute. for a second. please.”