❛ i thought we were okay. ❜
shards of grass are thorns nestled in the bed of her palm, biting and itching under skin burning pink. her person lounges along the green knoll, scratchy burgundy robe billows around branching legs. a graduation cap sits forgotten next to her clutch, a partially emptied bottle of liquor leaned against polished stone.
❛ i just – i really wanted it to be over. y’know? ❜
the whisper of wind dancing along freshly bloomed trees. a distant sweep of cars along the road. stale, ordinary sounds felt so eerie now. made threads of panic curl along the slope of her spine. peace – genuine, restful peace had become a foreign entity. there, but skirting around the parameter of her peripherals. a sigh sings through the column of her throat, watery eyes cast on the canvas of cheery blue sky.
❛ it really felt like the end there for a minute. ❜
oh. had it not been? perhaps not the end she so earnestly prayed for but certainly an end. the world certainly ended in flurry of red and viscera showering down from above. the noise; the pitter patter, squelching, then thump! it’s still there, toiling around the back of her mind. she smothers it down with another hasty pull from her bottle. fingers clench, blades uproot.
❛ i still miss you, you dick. you asshole. you moron – ❜
limbs tangle into motion, jerking her to her feet. she stands there in front of him, in front of the ugly black marble etched with his name and her mouth twists sharply. she wants to spit and hiss and let ire warm up her bones but there are no words left. no curses to fling anymore. so she dumps the remaining alcohol over him, watches the clear liquid fill up the golden letters and puddle.
❛ happy freakin’ graduation. we finally made it. ❜
