#speakill

     this room, stark and quiet, name after name of the missing carved into the black walls, is a graveyard for people who do not want to bury empty coffins. it’s a place of mourning and quiet, and laurence is stood in front of a large window. beyond, pale yellow light spills across quiet rows of careful, organised storage. in each compartment lie bones and dust and dna of people who haven’t yet been matched to a name on the wall. this isn’t the right place to bring in personal prejudices and angers, but laurence sees the reflection of jude lancaster in the glass and turns his head sharply. his voice is sharper than he even realised it would be. “are you writing another book?” / @speakill.

    ‘    pushing a man to suicide. so sad.    ‘ 

     “you can just - explain it to me. i’m already here, i don’t - i don’t have anywhere else to be. i’m listening. to you.”

      alright. he’s caught her in the middle of her research on jude lancaster’s massive fuck-up. she raises her hands. “uh. in all honesty, i don’t think you’re not an idiot. no offense. so, um, do you wanna just get right to it and talk about the killens?” and how you were wrong and i knew it all along?

This is what gonna do everyday #learning #howtosurvive #relaxsometimes #knowless #carelessaboutpeople #speakill #positivemindpositivelife