12-11-2018, 11:52 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Lazarus had always known that his life would be short. Even after Gabriel — maybe especially after him — he began to count the days. Life had become more appealing and more unattainable the more that he chased it. A normal life, a chance to stop bleeding. He hadn't dared to tell anyone what he craved, didn't even know how to put it into words, but it wrapped around his throat and pulled tight with time.
And this — it was for the best. He's tired, now. Tired and cold but light, and his breath comes easy. Nothing mattered now. He had always known that he would end up rotting.
And this — it was for the best. He's tired, now. Tired and cold but light, and his breath comes easy. Nothing mattered now. He had always known that he would end up rotting.