A/N: This is the result of some emoing, a shitty day, and a hell of a lot of wallowing. I suppose this could be any time period post-Reconstruction, I didn't really think of it that way.
Just a stream of consciousness. And naturally, some slight Wash/South. Because that simply wins at life.
This is based on the song from Spring Awakening, called Those You've Known.
Those you've known, the lost still walk behind you. All alone, their song still seems to find you....
There was something comforting about wallowing. About sinking into memories, and the familiar wave of sadness greeting me like an old friend, albeit one I did not particularly want to meet.
But fuck it.
What was the point of living in the present? What good had it done me before?
Maybe this was truly insanity- not what I had experienced with Epsilon. Of allowing my own mind to deteriorate, a conscious choice to do so. Only people who are mad as a hatter would do such a thing? Right?
More often than not it was she who came to mind when I woke, when I slept, every moment in between. Was she still there?
I couldn't remember the sound of her voice anymore, her laugh.
Nor could I decide if that was for better, or for worse.