Stay with me buddy, he tries to say it but the words creak out rusty and soundless. It's the same, it's always the same. It's like every nightmare, every time he's seen the footage scrubbed back and replayed.
It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.
Liar. Liar. Liar.
The thready little pulse fluttering in one of those too-pale, too-thin wrists stutters and flickers out.
It always happens like this, doesn't it.
Their endings were always going to be afterthoughts, pained scratches stitched over something achingly, profoundly unremarkable until one or both of them were nothing more than dead streaks on the ground.
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Stay with me buddy, he tries to say it but the words creak out rusty and soundless. It's the same, it's always the same. It's like every nightmare, every time he's seen the footage scrubbed back and replayed.
It's not real. It's not real. It's not real.
Liar. Liar. Liar.
The thready little pulse fluttering in one of those too-pale, too-thin wrists stutters and flickers out.
It always happens like this, doesn't it.
Their endings were always going to be afterthoughts, pained scratches stitched over something achingly, profoundly unremarkable until one or both of them were nothing more than dead streaks on the ground.