Eyes lighting up as he
spots @DEVlLINI —
what a radiant woman !
Taking her hand and
getting on one knee ,
“ Miss ! Our eyes met
from meters away and
I knew I simply must
ask you . . . for the
honour . . . of a double suicide ?? ”
Occipital bone kissed the
curb、 brown locks— unruly
&&. awry— sprawled weightlessly
against the chalky pavement .
This night at Lupin had
been overdone、 so too
had he . A thought had
shadowed above him —
he likely wouldn’t make it
home tonight .
this isn't about you anymore, and maybe it never was. you realise not for the first time that he's not a god or a king, he's a man, he's a boy, and he's wounded just like you and desperate to fill that tortured hole, just like you.