hey – stay with me. for erin just kill me
a meme i lost // probably accepting
@gothdied // TW: DEATH, GORE (MILD DESCRIPTION)
Through ragged breaths, she managed to keep her eye on Ian. The other was covered by her hand, pinned together by the nails. She let out a whimper as the pain began to fade, and she knew she wasn’t lasting much longer. That’s what happened, right? That’s what her grandma told her as she was dying. It’s what she read.
“I-Ian...” Her voice was raspy and soft, and she was shaking. She didn’t want to die. She didn’t want Ian to watch her die. She was scared, something she would’ve never admitted to anyone. She was scared of death. She felt Ian’s hand grab her free hand and felt a cold chill take over her body. Her vision began to fade. She didn’t want her last sight to be Ian’s horrified face.
I love you...