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So if anyone can tell me what the fuck is going on with Burn I would appreciate it. Because this just happened. And you don’t even want to know what led to this point.
So he walks. He knows where he is going, knows he’s searching for the one spot of life in this dead place. This tomb filled to the brim with emptiness.
It’s not far, and yet the journey seems long, space and time stretching out before him, adjusting itself, throwing the world and everything he knew about it into stark shadow, hiding its face from him.
Maybe it’s scared. More likely it’s shamed.
But he doesn’t want to think about that. Instead he thinks of her. About her golden hair and luminous skin, her blue eyes and her pink lips. The way she smells of rosemary and sage and earth, and how she tastes of sunshine and fresh air.
And how one day he knows he will lose it all.
Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away?
She’s where he thought she would be, sitting on a bed that’s no longer hers, ivory skin and hair turned silver spilling over her shoulders, and hands clasped in front of her. For a moment he thinks she’s praying.
He doesn’t know what she could possibly be praying for.
Yeah IDK either.