October 1, 2011.
Empty
"The building now stood quietly beside its neighbors, humble and drab, its front door closed and locked and sealed."
She feels like a façade. Not the kind that Skulduggery wore over his skull, of course, but like a building that has been gutted of any life and spirit it might have had, and left simply to be marveled at. That was how important he had been to her, how vitally linked his survival had been to hers.
One tear, empty.
A/N: We've finally started doing that in Singapore. Gutting buildings and leaving the shells up. It was only a matter of time, I suppose...
Crucifixion and deterioration and child-sized graves~
Sweethearted.