satosugu
in the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
you’re going to die in
your best friend's arms.
and you play along because it's funny, because it's written down, you've memorized it,
it's all you know.
“so it's not gonna be easy. it's gonna be really hard, and we're gonna have to work at this every day. but i wanna do that because i want you. i want all of you, forever. you and me. every day.”