𝓭ℴ𝒍𝒍 ℴ𝑓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉.

sometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i’m not living. how do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

⠀ ⠀⠀hm … ? ⠀

⠀ ⠀oh, no, they’re merely grazes. （rubies soften at sight, knuckles reach to stroke ivory fur.） you have may cats within your home already, yes? im unsure how she would react with them..

⠀ ⠀very, （a sheepish thing, bandage——clad digits pick at lower lip: thin lines of crimson adorn sun——kissed forearms, evidence of little thing’s distress.）

look! it's me and my nephew! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

⠀ ⠀（holding up ivory feline.. she’s stretching, paws grasping for the doll.） she must have caught your scent—— she had not stopped all day..

⠀ ⠀yes! （no. a pleasant numbness if anything—— plays on it anyways. slump forward, rag——dolls in her arms.） i can barely feel my legs..