[ Krouse only had one heart. He hasn't heard from it since the world burned it out of his chest with one last, terrible star.
If he was holding anything, he would have dropped it. Could have done something with the sound of a thud or glass shattering. But all that he has is a floating picture of a face he never thought he'd see again while he was awake, two words burned into the air underneath it.
It can't be her. It's not her. It's some hideous fucking joke at his expense, like a hundred other fucking jokes.
He didn't even have a picture of her. She always hated having her picture taken, even before. They wouldn't have let him keep one even if he had it. He can't stop looking at this one, the soft blur of shoddy focus smoothing out the detailed of her cracked lips and hollow eyes. The burn over his eyes does the rest, until it's barely a shadow of her face cast on a dark wall. ]
whatever game this is supposed to be, i'm not fucking playing
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If he was holding anything, he would have dropped it. Could have done something with the sound of a thud or glass shattering. But all that he has is a floating picture of a face he never thought he'd see again while he was awake, two words burned into the air underneath it.
It can't be her. It's not her. It's some hideous fucking joke at his expense, like a hundred other fucking jokes.
He didn't even have a picture of her. She always hated having her picture taken, even before. They wouldn't have let him keep one even if he had it. He can't stop looking at this one, the soft blur of shoddy focus smoothing out the detailed of her cracked lips and hollow eyes. The burn over his eyes does the rest, until it's barely a shadow of her face cast on a dark wall. ]
whatever game this is supposed to be, i'm not fucking playing
who is this