bohemians in {london} jkparis chapter the third [speshblitz]
Jan 5, 2014 0:52:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 0:52:41 GMT -5
reverie fosco
I just want to be ok, be ok, be ok
I saunter through the darkness, trying not to trip and fall on my face. There's too much snow on the ground. Gosh, doesn't anyone shovel this crap? Gravestone after gravestone, I look for a name I know won't be there. It has to be. Oh god, I need that haunting image dead -- dead from my mind. My flashlight does little to help me find her name, so at some point, I give up and pull the black sharpie from my bag. She has to be dead. She will be dead. Dead, dead, dead. I walk over to the nearest stone and cross out the name, replacing it with the words, "Teagan Fosco." Suddenly, my flashlight goes out. "Damn it, Teagan," I mutter, assuming that this is all her fault as I stumble through the cemetery, trying to find my way back to the entrance. However, I am interrupted by the sound of something rustling, and I wonder who the hell would be out in some creepy cemetery this late at night. Oh wait... "Who is it and what the hell are you doing here?" I roll my eyes.
