#shania craw

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???????? bitch(gender neutral) you aint the buried you the dark!

im getting his ass out the damn hole!

I'm assuming this wasn't meant for me?

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You people keep taking her from me

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:)

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hi dylan!!! hm. Hmm. so, i think there's a bit too much….joy, in your life. Your boyfriend is fluid in a jar. Joy. I've heard the term ‘whimsy’ thrown around too. So: *you’ve been sent to the lonely.*

Usually this is reserved for assistants (I think?), but from my timeline they already get a lot of focus. So have fun! alone!

You... what?

Mist slowly seeps in from under the front door to Dylan's apartment. It's cold, but in a damp, seeps-through-your-clothes type of way. It floods the little apartment quickly, becoming more and more dense by the second. Dylan can no longer feel the bare wood flooring under their socked feet. The familiarity is replaced with twigs and stones. There's no sound, only the silhouettes of the trees surrounding them. It's serene, but in a sad way.

I deserve this. It's for the best, honestly. I can't hurt anyone if there's no one for me to hurt. After all, I destroy everyone I touch. Dad hanged himself. Mom fried into the Darkness. Shania became... one of them. And now Martin. What would have happened if I stayed where I could hurt more people? It's better this way. They're all better off without me.

✨️

It's Dark. It's nothing but Dark. Des-

Dylan is there. On her bed. Alone. She's crying. Part of me wants to hold her. Them? Part of me just wants them to suffer. To hurt the way I do. To burn in the Dark.

It's angry. It's always so angry. I take it out on her. It feels good when she hurts. After all, she hurt me first. She killed me. No matter what she says. I'm not alive. I don't breathe or eat or sleep. I haven't done any of those things in so long.

It burns in the Dark.

What's this? Fog? Where is it coming from? Why is it here? There's so much of it. It's everywhere. It's drowning out the Darkness. But now I can't see Des-

I can't see Dylan. The fog is retreating. But Dylan is not here.

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Look at you. Having so much fun. We used to have fun together. Now it's just Dark.