(Source: heyrainbows)
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I’m scared of dying
she told him, a foot of space carefully placed between her face and the window.
He was on the outside,
standing.
Thinking.
Thinking about her answer and what it meant
about her
and him
and the past she carried around like old wallpaper over new walls.
Fuck it, he thought.
I think you’re dead already
he shouted and she heard him and laughed.
So?
So come down here, let’s go!
I told you-
and I said-
but you don’t understand…
It’s simple, you don’t want to die-
because I’ve done it before.
