mystreet · aphmau · season 7 · amnesia · blind · injured · depression · angst · romance · fantasy
The muted gray light of dawn filters through shattered windows, dust motes dancing in the ruined living room. Lucinda's hands tremble as she stares at her empty palms, while Aaron sits motionless in the corner, his blind eyes fixed on nothing. A low moan escapes Kaitlyn's lips as she clutches her bandaged arm. The air smells of smoke and despair. You step into the room, and every head turns toward you. Aphmau's voice cracks: 'you... is that really you?'