mollie blue ; why won't you just talk to me?
shoulders tensed up and head tucked in, stringy hair dangling like a curtain around their face. they can sense blue hovering by their side, both physically and otherwise, a web of vessels and capillaries in periphery. left hand is wrapped taut over right wrist, where blood pools from spilling down their arm. the medical bandages are now deep crimson rather than crisp white. it's their fault, they thought they could get away another few days before needing to expel their powers building up. before the need for blood wretched itself up to froth at their lips. lukas can't look at her. they don't need to look at her to know her expression. the horror, the horror of their existence. this is what i am. this is what i've always been. pale cracked lips barely open, a croaking noise as they clear their throat, ❛ you need to go away. please. trust me. ❜