𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖

All that bloodshed, crimson clover, sweet dream was over, my hand was the one you reached for all throughout the great war.

It is quite a familiar friend around here…

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞

𝒜𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑒, ℬ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎. ℐ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℐ 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡

Not the name. Not the story. The sound of your heartbeat before the hunger drowned it. That’s the thing most of your kind forget. The sound of bein’ alive.