snapshot •josh dun

thirty

the next few weeks left Abigail weak.

Almost too weak.

Her body had grown more pale, and her tear ducts were somehow always wet. She never stopped crying. Josh hadnt either.

They know her time was coming.

They were nowhere near ready.

The girl had become so weak they decided it'd just be best for her to be in her flat, in bed. at least there, she'd be comfortable.

The day was oddly sunny for the usual fog and rain that draped like a blanket over London.

Abigail laid in bed, holding the hand of Joshua. His blonde hair and freckles looked so alive compared to his girlfriends skinny, paper white frame.

"Joshua?" Abigail said, smiling.
"Yeah?" Josh asked, grinning. He knew whenever that familiar grin crossed her face, she had a plan.
"How about we get matching tattoos?" Abigail questioned.
After a bit of discussion, laughing, and questioning, Josh agreed.

Two days later the two had matching polaroid tattoos on their shoulders.

But three days later, they'd realize they wish they had taken more Polaroids.

It would've been nice to have a snapshot.