gerard//lyn-z
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94 words
inspired by ghost of you and
this amazing picture by theopteryx .
i’ll follow you into the dark
she met him there, just like she said she would.
her silhouette illuminated in the
empty-except-for-them gallery.
“oh, baby,” she murmurs
she gathers him into her arms.
all he can say over and over
is the name of his poor brother
lost forever.
she looks up at the paintings that serve
as witnesses to their scene
and she knows
that they are crying with him.
she grasps his hand
“it’ll be okay.”
and he knows
maybe not today
maybe not tomorrow
that it will be.
he follows her.