Life hurts.
A lot.
I'm glad riffraff is alive. That boy was someone I looked up to. I'm happy he survived.
Sometimes after pain he went cold. It was some time in the moment after the adrenaline washed away that the temperature was sapped out of him. Desperate little hairs on his arms would stiffen to catch his receding lifeforce, but the effort only seemed to take more energy away from him. For a moment it got so cold he thought he was dead. He blacked out. Asleep.
stay beautiful
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