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"Jesus Christ, I'm not scared to die, I'm a little bit scared of                                              what comes after."

Send ‘😢’ for a randomly generated starter/drabble from 72 angst prompts || accepting↳  17. Your muse is found out in the cold and alone. My muse reacts…  

It had been years (10 years, 3 months to be exact) since he’d visited this part of London. The streets were familiar, with a sickly, unnerving edge to the memory. The weather was truly dismal -- overcast and gloomy, with a light spray of rain that makes the cold just that little bit worse. Fitting for the current mood he was in.

The last person he had expected to see here was Anna. The shock of blonde hair stood out amongst their surroundings, and the confusion cut through his hazy mind. He rushed over and knelt next to her, all idea of buying gone. Shaking hands tugged off his gloves so he could check her pulse, fearing the worst.

“That. Fucken. Basic. Bitch.” The cat-like girl snarled, looking at the crack-whore red lipstick wearing child, who was rubbing against the lead singer of the band. Who just happened to be Arthur Kirkland of the band, Dèjá Vu Nights, of which was dating Madeline.