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& death won't take us.
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23:46 amji campus grounds, behind dorms something wicked this way comes.
oh, it was a joyous night. they spent hours talking, laughing. now, silence.
the grave swallowed that poor boy up. and here stood a shadow of one’s former self. pray tell if there’s a heaven to receive this lost soul.
what remained: a boy man, destroyed ( once valiant, now in pieces ) broken ( once a hero in this life ) empty, ( the fire was put out long ago ) a ghost ( once alive ).
the grass sank beneath the weight of his feet. the longer he stayed, the longer he tempted fate. and the longer he tempted fate, the quicker he’d joined the dead in a four-foot bed of dirt and bugs. the grave was once marked by a lone flower ( it’s long since withered ), and now his only indication was the depression of feet-standing-too-long on top of a resting place where they didn’t belong and weren’t welcomed. his skin itched — a parade of a thousand ants marched along his arms.
there’s nothing more he’d love than to jump out of his skin.
the dead were immortalised as eternal sleepers; with enough time and belief, they’d rise to walk this earth again. he believed in that. he believed that bag of bones would come back to pay him a visit again, to high-five him again, to come knocking at his door first thing in the morning. and sometimes, it did happen.
he missed those mornings. it must’ve been a few weeks now. that’s why he’s here now.
there’s no response from the earth, even with a murmur of ‘i miss you’. those weren’t the magic words. it’s his cue to snap out of it, quit being foolish, quit being a dreamer. he’s half-tempted to go digging through the dirt and tell bag of bones to quit playing hide-and-seek, it’s not funny anymore, but that would probably mean staff further covering up the evidence.
instead, he waited. waited, and waited, and waited.
and waited. waited for the boy to talk again so he could reach through grass and strangle bag of bones for leaving him alone for so long.
#( &. writing )#( &. p. death )#infbaekhyun#// ghfghgh trying to do this on mobile was the worst idea ever
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little intro thing,
( ´ ▽ ` )ノ hello, hello everyone!! i’m so, so excited to be here. i’ve been itching for a school rp for so long you have no idea and can’t wait to plot & write with you all
anyways! apart from getting to the ims i have right now, if any of you are interested in interacting with this eccentric lil boy who may or may not be possessed by some poor dead kid pls go ahead and like this and i’ll send you a message!! 👀👌
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