Relationships Should Be 50/50. I Tell Her That I Think Of Her, Often, It's Disgusting And I Can't Stop,

Poetry doesn't have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn't.

I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind

Edgar Allen Poe

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BREAKING: Dracula has fallen down the stairs at the met gala

in the morning, it's light academia at night, it's dark academia in the brain, it chaotic academia

I've spent a life chasing stories to tell when I'm old

I HELD A TINY FROG! it was so cute!

She's a 10 but she falls in love with every fictional man that raises her expectations for love

currently sobbing at the bus stop

"...You think things would have been different, if I'd been here?"

"I don't know." No, that's not true. He knew how it could've ended, maybe he would've ran away with Todd the night when his parents are asleep, or they could've called Mr. Keating to get them away. So many possibilities yet none took place. "Maybe."

They stand there, for another moment, the wind whispering across the ocean the only sound.

There's nothing left to say. There's everything left to say, and Neil's already wasted every chance to say it. It's too late for redemption, too late for forgiveness. Too late.

Todd's the first to move. He turns away, takes a step towards Charlie and the others.

Looks back, just once.

"Goodbye, Neil."

He doesn't respond.

He doesn't look back as Todd's footsteps recede, as the telltale hum of the portal spikes, once, and then falls silent.

They're gone.

He's alone.

"Goodbye," Neil whispers to the wind. --- pss @aedan-mills @impressedcauliflower @zeegy @inahallucination @nik-knacks