Streaks of light on the graveyard walk / Your bright star was crashing
Thursday, February 18th
The Carnival
It's been four days.
I went straight to Genny, after. Hardly even noticed the filthy or surprised looks from people on the lot. But her mother had taken her out for a walk, and if I had to wait there I was going to break into pieces, in a way that'd be fucking dangerous for the people around me.
Not going there again.
Dragged myself to my old apartment like some kind of wounded animal, and just curled up around my grief. Still lightly enough in this body and this world that the passing of time got blurred, and when I finally sat up I felt weak and sick. More important things to worry about, though, because Genny.
Feels I've been here so many times, at her door. Knock and there's no answer, so I let myself in.
[Open to Genny]
The Carnival
It's been four days.
I went straight to Genny, after. Hardly even noticed the filthy or surprised looks from people on the lot. But her mother had taken her out for a walk, and if I had to wait there I was going to break into pieces, in a way that'd be fucking dangerous for the people around me.
Not going there again.
Dragged myself to my old apartment like some kind of wounded animal, and just curled up around my grief. Still lightly enough in this body and this world that the passing of time got blurred, and when I finally sat up I felt weak and sick. More important things to worry about, though, because Genny.
Feels I've been here so many times, at her door. Knock and there's no answer, so I let myself in.
[Open to Genny]