[ . . . ] › › @roadwar . ❛ i'm coming with you. ❜
your eyes stay locked on his, ﹠ there’s a brief moment where you’re reminded of what the color of the sky used to be. before the bomb turned everything into a wasteland. vivid blues ﹠ greens replaced with dust ﹠ fucking carnage. leaving no room for anything to blossom ﹠ grow, no room for attachments to flourish ⸺ fight by your brothers, but be prepared to lose them all. always be prepared to lose fucking everything [ ... ] ( ... again, and again, and again, and again … ) he understood this. the pain of knowing somebody. the loss. ﹠ yet, when you’re ready to part ways ﹠ stray off onto your separate paths ( 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝙳 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙶𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 ) he speaks. it’s not a suggestion, it’s a statement. he’s already made up his mind. you are sticking together whether you like it or not. “ … you want to come with me ? ”
















