Angst please
Put an ‘Angst please.’ in my ask and I’ll generate a number 1-10 and see what our muses get! || ULTIMATE ANGST VERSION
10. (Trigger Warning) Your muse walks in on mine while they are sobbing, holding a gun to their chest. (Trigger Warning)
Clara couldn’t take it anymore, the shards of memories of lives that she had lived was too much for her mind. She could feel the cracks in her sanity ebbing away, threatening to break her into a thousand pieces. Tears slipped down her face as she sobbed, she clutch the gun to her chest. Just one shot that is all it would take then she could forever rest. She hadn’t heard the door open, she hadn’t heard the foot steps. Her mind only focused on her harsh breathing and the sound of the gun as she click into place readying to take the shot.










