i didn't want to accept what was happening.
i tried not to think of everything he was destroying.
everything we had built, everything we had gone through-- the late nights, the starlit conversations... they had, he had, given me a strange, new hope.
he had given me life.
lost, i was, as all those things so quickly turned to ash.
// a.n. lately it's been hard to write with everything going on, but blue neighborhood gave me inspiration. i'm not going to promise anything, but i hope to update more often.
question: what is your favorite album? //
