#secondchanced | marc

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@secondchanced  /  SC.   (  your eyes  /  rent  ) 

❛   your eyes as we said our GOODBYES     –––––     can’t get them out of my mind.   ❜

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( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me marc @ ro in hs au tbh - secondchanced

TOO LAZY TO FIND MEMES RN  /  PROBS STILL ACCEPTING

[  TXT : MARC  /  4:39 PM  /  SENT  ]   first impression ???? uh shit[  TXT : MARC  /  4:39 PM  /  SENT  ]   probably yr camera but i feel like everyone would say that so im gonna go with yr eyes 

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“ when was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter. ” marc @ ro

WORRIED  /  ACCEPTING

the mental calculations are probably a dead giveaway of how long it’s been     –––––     ro tries to count the days in her mind ,   but they BLUR TOGETHER after a point ,   and she gives up like she’s given up on so many things.   a SHRUG ,   a roll of the eyes ,   as if it’s nothing ,   as if marc has no reason to worry.   lately ,   the furthest ro has gone from their flat is the roof of their building   ;   she can’t remember the last time she went out with their friends anywhere.   (  in her defense ,   it’s been a rough year.  )         ❛    wow ,   mom ,   didn’t realize getting in my couple hours of sunlight was so important to you.   i’ll open the curtains tomorrow ,   quit worrying.   ❜          spoiler alert  :   she probably won’t open the curtains.

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’ i’ve always been in love with you, i’d do anything that you asked me. don’t leave me. ’ marc @ ro - secondchanced

MURDER BALLAD  /  ACCEPTING  /  @secondchanced

they’ve known this day was coming for a long time ,   ro’s clock eternally ticking down until she turns to dust ,   fated demise born from illness that LURKS in her veins ,   waiting to strike.   her time’s always been limited.   no matter how happy they’ve grown ,   no matter how much love they’ve shared ,   this was going to come.   the knowing doesn’t make it any better.   didn’t give them time to prepare.   despite the foreboding disease curled in her blood ,   they’d both thought they would have more time before it hit this hard     –––––     but the flu had turned to something worse ,   and there’s still a chance for ro to RECOVER ,   but it’s slim.

now ,   ro’s shaking apart ,   curled tight on the couch under blankets and still cold ,   a bone  -  deep sort of freezing that has to signify THE END.   curtains down ,   finale ,   let the last note hang in the air as you walk offstage ,   the end.   ro’s had time to think about this day coming   ;   she’s felt herself getting sicker ,   getting weaker ,   her bones no longer willing to hold herself up quite so easily ,   strings to her marionette frame suddenly cut     –––––     but shit ,   she’s still not READY.   there were days when she’d talk about this sort of thing ,   about death ,   as if it were easy subject for banter on fire escapes ,   but not anymore.   ro wants to live.   she hasn’t done enough ,   hasn’t seen enough ,   hasn’t loved enough to die yet.

❛   not leaving you.   ❜         she tries to protest ,   but the breath leaves her lungs and suddenly she’s coughing ,   thirty seconds of hell before she recovers the ability to breathe.   she wishes she could sing ,   pluck at her guitar and use her voice for the one thing it’s good at ,   offer some comfort to marc that way     –––––     but she can barely speak without her entire body declaring mutiny ,   and her hands are shaking too much to be able to hit chords ,   even as she reaches out for marc’s arm ,   tugging it closer to her.      ❛   love you ,   marc.   ❜         it’s a tired mumble as ro tangles their fingers together ,   holding marc’s hand as tightly as she can   (  still fairly weak ,   at this point  ).   she lets her eyes drift shut ,   but she’s only tired   ;   she’s determined that she still has some LIFE left in her.           (  this moment is not the last.  )