A Flare Star for the Dramatic

[ he can feel his lifeblood, tacky on his back, soaking into the soil and foliage beneath him. she's holding tightly to his hand, fingers primed to feel his fading pulse. he can't bring himself to meet ■■■■■■'s eyes.

"I don't understand you." ]

_{- day 22, introspection corrupted by the Meteia}