#grcenballoons

       “ but what if it wasn’t? “ modesty asks, ever so DEFIANTLY, her lips drawn into the same pout it always seems to be in, bright blue eyes dulled by the cruel world that has broken her. they water with tears unspilled as she looks up to the other. “ i-i... you a-and carl... you were dead, and t-there were all these THINGS that looked like people, ” modesty blubbered out, looking up towards her friend. “ you guys aren’t g-gonna die, right? that wasn’t real, right? “