You hate the cold, but you always are; and you’re hurting, hurting, hurting — something has left a scar. What happened to you? Every so often, little pieces of fragmented memory flicker in your mind like fireflies dancing in the night. There is a red ball — fluorescent, a blue iris, and golden sunflowers. Then there is nothing. ( but that isn’t the entire truth. ) There is rage, there is pain, there is darkness.
— go. going. gone. ghost. vestige. visitant. // indie poltergeist oc by arph.
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