black sheep
( #22. Future )
They live in the present.
There was a past, and occasionally, they touch upon it, bringing flowers to graves that no one knows anymore. Sometimes they'll talk there, side by side, at the graves, and reminisce, smirking at all the things they said and frowning at all the things they haven't done.
They've had a little bit of a love story, and a little bit of a hate story, have had the twisted in between story, and they've even witnessed their horrible ending—before the undead life began for them, but in the end, while nothing else was certain, they knew something.
Their future was each other.
