[mature] things we never thought we could be, adna

[adna]

and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
‘cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

She can never outrun the ghosts that now haunt her.

And the worst part is knowing that she has no right to them. She was born to happy family and lived a happy life. She had two parents who adored her and her life should have been better. Should have been. Should have been. Instead, her life had crumbled when they fell apart, then back together, and then back again. Her life fell apart when she loved a boy who could never love her back.

It would be easy if she could just blame it on others. It would be easy if she could just point the finger and say that her life was so broken because of external reasons but she knew that the truth was that she had her own part in this. She knew she pushed others away and lashed out and became this twisted thing.

She was no longer the laughing, confident, joyful girl of her youth.

Her father had told her that they were monsters so a monster she became.

And it is the monster that stumbles across him today. She is raw with her grief and her self-loathing so when she nearly runs into him, she rears back only slightly and twists. Her body comes down hard and she takes a leap away before she spins around to face him. Her scales shine underneath the moonlight and her viperous eyes narrow as her lips pull back to reveal the fangs underneath.

“Why are you here?” she demands like she has a right to this place—like she could say that she deserved to be here more than this stranger with bruises in his eyes. But she doesn’t explain her demands and doesn’t try to explain herself. Instead she stands there, breathing hard, her forelock curling down her face.

adna

we're setting fire to our insides for fun
collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home