‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’ from orpheus, for eurydice (@stagelcft) bc i,, love them
{ I love them too but watch this I can make it sad | @stagelcft }
“Did I?”
Her voice is soft. Distant. She looks up, questioning, at the man who once was her husband. Or so he claims. She barely remembers.
“I...I’m sorry, Orpheus. I can’t remember the taste of food, I think.”





