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.
"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.