May 11
closed starter | the wake | @callanwclker
miray didn't know how she felt about devon's death even now. maybe it hadn't fully sank in yet, the idea that one day he was around and the next he was just gone; never to be seen again. since the news broke she had been trying not to think about it, doing what she always did when things got too real, distracting herself in any way possible. the funeral made pretending slightly harder. "fuck me i need a drink." she turned to the nearest friendly face. callan. "you want a drink?"