Status: finished, until i decide to write an epilogue. i still may.

Folded Paper.

him | her

"It was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever had the privilege of seeing."

Disclaimer: The purpose of this text is not to romanticize sadness. It is not meant to romanticize depression; depression is not something that I or anyone else should ever find to be lovely. Depression is a serious thing. It is a horrid thing. Nonetheless, it is sad and uncanny. The content of this text is a love story. It is a love story between one of the broken and one of the jovial; one of the deadly pairing. While the characters and the text is fictional, the events are ones that can and have happened to real people. I have written things in certain ways to make you feel certain emotions. I will not be at fault if this story makes you cry. I will not be at fault for making you smile. The only fault that I will claim is the fault of allowing you to fall in love and proceeding to slowly break your heart. Read at your own risk.