@mtlnds ⟷ [ ♡ ]
❛ you're —— ? ❜ the dreaded sensation of mourning floods his mind . seeing familiar faces isn’t a problem and yet this one specifically installs renewed sorrow . the heartache is nothing unusual, it’s an old companion that tends to cling to his ribcage but rarely does it ever linger on anything but thoughts and burned memorabilia . a boy’s laugh plays in his mind, it sounds and sounds until suddenly it’s a desperate plea . a screech for the father who didn’t help and never even heard his boy's last cries . slowly he blinks, breathes the terror away and lets eyes wander back to the woman . ❛ i’m sorry, eh, we met i think . you were are an art teacher, right ? ❜
