February 22, 2011.
Unwilling Memory
"Everyone can be killed. That's the one great assurance."
Even he was. Even she is. And that's why she's propped up against the wall, drowning in her own blood, silent and still, trying to forget his face, his godsdamned grinning face. It doesn't work.
One tear, filled with unwilling memory.
A/N: It never does, you know...
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.