* ᅟ 𝖏 ┄ u͟n͟kie．¹²⁴ ᅟ

f͟r͟ee — falling through time, now I’m 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘻𝘦𝘥, 𝗣𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 cause there’s nothing there to stop my fall

you walk a fine line between god and animal.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗴ood girls 🗯 d͟o͟n͟’t 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ⠀⠀

you're running out of time. you're running out of time. you're running out of time.

‘ people died! what if * you die? ‘ hands are thrown up in annoyance, a scowl curling her otherwise trembling lips.

‘ no way. ‘ a scoff, faint but full of resentment follows after, avoiding his gaze like a plague.

chin juts upward, teary eyes finding the owner of the voice. ‘ what … do you want? ‘

A glance-over is reciprocated — one of 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 observation . “ unfortunately not — a bit hard to sleep in a place like 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 .” Ali lightly chuckles , index tracing patterns into his blanket .

“ 𝑜ℎ .” he smiles anyway , taking his blanket back and dropping it over his knees . “ 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 — I probably should have asked , maybe you run warm like I do on some nights .”