"i just wanted to say, you know, um… i’m sorry about everything. everyone’s thinking about you."
@emeraldpickpocket || inspired by x.
silence; no words GRACE the apologetic confession. not even the breeze can manage a gust, its motions almost timid in their ebb && flow. the chunks of scrap - buried beneath a mountain of crumbled brick - are strangely cold, the glow of sun refusing to offer its warmth to the ginger’s final resting place.
no corpse remains - no bits of rotting flesh or damaged bones. not even a hint of his existence lies with the atlesian wreckage. only blackened skids against the asphalt && flame battered remnants of metal. emerald speaks to nothingness - to a memory already FORGOTTEN by many.
how FITTING a fate for one so despised.
