@sundured: ‘ but don’t you have any family left? ’
memes, accepting
thick clouds of fog haze the town. auggie has grown quietly resigned to its atmosphere. (crushing loneliness and ghoulish monsters and sawtoothed survival.) the boy, huddled near a bench, trains chestnut eyes on fogged streets.
“ nope. ” he mumbles, tone leveled toward something close to grief. “ ain’t got nobody anymore. ” a different kinda grief. the sort you shove away with lock-and-key.














