͏ ͏ ͏ 𝐁ℝO͜͡𝐊𝐄𝐍 ͏ ͏ ͏ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄͟𝐍͟𝐆͟𝐄.

i am alone and am suffocating because i cannot give voice to my emotions.

so tell me, where did the blood on your palms come from﹖ self—divination, or sacrifice﹖

⠀ Ellie - ⠀

⠀ Like you're about to scream at me. ⠀

⠀ Dont look at me like that. ⠀

hours of tracking, nothing to show for it, frustration weighing heavy——then it got worse. a sound. faint, softer than their own voices, but creeping closer. still far, but unmistakable. “ fuck… ”

⠀

⠀⠀ i 𝓬ould be 𝖆 go͟od 𝚖𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 ﹠̲ i 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 be ʸᵒᵘʳ 𝔀ife. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ ⠀⠀

⠀i promise i'll always love you .

⠀𝒅eath doesn't discriminate between the 𝒔inners and the 𝒔aints.

⠀ ❝ What are you askin ' right now , Ellie ? Because I ain't got that kinda power to give you what you want , ❞ but if she is adamant , he can smuggle some gear. ⠀

⠀ ❝ It works for me , so suck it up and leave it. ❞ ⠀