𓆩☾𓆪 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

It is past midnight... yet she works, unwavering. It is common of her. Night after night, forever bound to her duty. More importantly... the guilt she holds does not let her sleep. If only working harder could ease her pain... Alas, she concerns only with the task at hand.

( Groaning but otherwise not moving.. )

"Ladies and gents, I came to realise something." "I am too damn tall."

ㅤ o𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. ㅤ

Face first in the floor.. bottle of vodka next to Niz, he drank too much again..

⠀⠀⠀ thinking for a brief moment … “ i’m fine, but you … look different . ” ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ joking, joking — . picking herself up and giving them a small wave . ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ crumples over and dies again — . ⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀ peek — ⠀⠀⠀

"I broke some already."

. . . I need to bite someone. No I won't explain why.