#wcndrcus

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

SHE’D BEEN DRINKING every day since they died. every time she closed her eyes she could see it all happening over again. atlas and georgie were coming home from dinner when they were stopped by a man with a gun. he demanded their money and when they produced all they had then wanted more, it all escalated so quickly. one minute they were talking the next atlas was laying on the ground in a pool of their own blood. while georgie was screaming for someone to help them the guy took off running. she sat there holding their hand explaining that everything would be okay, that an ambulance would be there soon but by the time one arrived they’d long stopped responding or squeezing their hand. the only way she could bring herself to stop feeling the loss of them at every waking moment was to drink.