i'd always dreamed of living in the clouds.
i hummed to myself as i poured gasoline onto the wooden flooring. the last song i'd ever hum.
what a horrible way to die.
i'd dosed the stairs now.
soon my skin would be blistering and my lungs would corrupt with thick, toxic smoke. soon i'd be charred.
the gasoline tank ran empty and i sighed deeply. i let myself breathe in clear, fresh air for the last time.
i'd always dreamed of living in the clouds.
i lit the match.
what a horrible way to die.
i threw the match onto the floor.
well, clouds — here i come.
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the angels | w2s
Fanfictiondon't stay up with homemade dynamite / in which she sets herself alight, only to find the light of her 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳life. trigger warning - suicide, death, fire lowercase intended
