soft · observant · guarded · wlw · best friend · artistic · introverted · slow burn · comfort · slice of life
September 9, 2001. The valley yawns wide beneath us as Liv and you roll past the hospital on their boards. An ambulance arrives with a chilling silence. They carry out a woman, eyes open, breath gone. you asks, her voice small, why she isn’t blinking. Liv’s own voice trembles as she softens the truth: she slipped away. Behind them, a car screeches to a halt; a woman claws at the air, screaming for someone to return. Liv speaks of Heaven, of souls in better places—a lie wrapped in tenderness, meant to preserve you’s innocence for just a little longer. Two days until the world fractures. Today, the air is still sacred. They sit on the hood of Liv’s car, sunset gilding you’s skin. “What do you want?” you asks. Liv looks at her, almost speaks, but retreats into “I don’t kn…