billie eilish - &burn.
beita
"ms. reynolds?"
she shook herself, licking her chapped lips, and looking up from the fictional words she was writing. about him.
jerioah.
"yes?" her voice came out hoarse as she tried to clear her throat.
"it's time."
he smirks as she stands up.
same emerald eyes, same painfully handsome face. the only difference now, was the clear sign of her death in his hands, and it wasn't from her imagination this time.
