✩‧₊˚ 𝓓𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽. ʹˎ-

smiling down sweetly over him. “awake? good.” his hands outstretched towards dustin with that same eager smile, “come on. i know a way better view.”

finding her way to him, taking a spot next to him, eyes on the sky. she lays there quietly for a moment, before speaking. " uhhh, dustin? are .. you okay? "

cupping his mouth with his hands. “WAKE UP, BOY.”

⠀⠀i wish to mourn the departed , weeping like rain , to swell the crossing stream ... as the tide arrives , leading you back home .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀һ𝖊𝑦, 𝘣ɑ𝘣𝖊, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ⅈ𝘵'𝓼 𝑤𝔯ⅈ𝘵𝘵𝖊𝖓 ɑ𝘭𝘭 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀օv𝖊𝔯 𝑦օ𝗎𝔯 𝚏ɑｃ𝖊 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓼ɑ𝑦 ⅈ𝘵.

i am 𝒄𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, i am 𝐠𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆, i can make you 𝒍𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡.

ㅤㅤ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝒊 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒉 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅

who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay?

now that all is said and done, / isn’t there anyone to tell me who i am?

no longer praying on your downfall． i will be directly involved．