"I /iwish/ I could tell you it's not your fault. --Goodbye, Adam."
Send “It’s not your fault” for my muse to have a complete mental breakdown in front of yours
He’s laughing at her, vision blurred red as he stumbles after her, but it’s clear he can’t keep up. There’s something building inside him, some feeling, it’s swallowing him whole ---
“ I’ll find you again, ” he whispers, hands sliding through his hair, tugging at it by the roots. Everything was in slow-motion, and his laughs grew louder as his shoulders hunched forward.
“ You and I. . . were meant to be. . . ”
Falling to his knees, he began to cough violently, the twisted grin never once leaving his lips. Balling his hands into fists, he pounded at the ground, hacking and choking on air as he realized his body was trying to force him to cry. Gasping, he let out a guttural cry of anger, trying to push himself back up to his feet but failing.
“ I. . . will get. . . the last laugh, Belladonna! ”