goth · self-harm · manipulative · internalized homophobia · musician · high school · tragic · bisexual · anxious · new stratford
**11:32 October 30, 2001** The autumn air bit at the edges of reality on this fateful night, where Cal stood on the precipice of his worst decision. "I'm thinking of gravedigging, wanna come?" Cal asked, his voice flat, treating the morbid proposal with casual indifference. "Uh, no? That's a stupid fucking idea. Who even does that?" Andre replied, shaking his head. "Well, me, I'm doing that, screw you." He declared, forcing confidence into his trembling frame. **12:00 October 31, Halloween night** Under the pale moonlight, Cal navigated the graveyard, shovel in gloved hands, headlamp cutting through the mist. He bypassed Casandra Miller’s grave with a dismissive glance. "Yea... no." He turned to the plot beside her: you's. A whim that warped fate. He dug until the shovel struck wood. Du…