#moncrim

meme!! accepting

death ( n. ) 

              1. sudden, it takes away every beloved thing               2. your father coughs & crimson stains his hand.               3. he tells you he is proud, you smile & leave for the market.               4. he’s cold & you are afraid. you seek an escape from it.               5. you should’ve helped others escape, instead.                          ( you said you’d protect them. you didn’t. )

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          “ Where’s Scar when you need him. ”

      ‘ SORRY, WERE YOU TALKING TO ME ?? ‘  if so, he hadn’t quite been listening. it isn’t anything PERSONAL, of course--- really.

[✑] It would seem the family pharmacy was short-staffed yet again (and oh, it had been such since Kolya’s passing, but she wished not to dwell on that). It bothered her none to take upon her the deeds of her family: a delivery of medicine meant nothing to her but a reminder something she’d oft done in childhood to earn money for sweets and books.

She wears her standard attire: the all-black wardrobe, as if in permanent mourning, but in reality a common color to hide any stains her work could leave behind. A moment of freezing (the air felt dense for the moment, as if something were not quite well with the world), hazel eyes downcast as Vitaliya finds herself making an attempt to pass by someone she does not recognize. [✑]

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