I’m falling in love with you, little fox.
I have to kill you before that happens.
“How unfair, it’s just our love / Found something real that’s out of touch / But if you’d search the whole wide world / Would you dare to let it go?”
— “Not About Angels” by Birdy
There’s a Kir-shaped hole in the fog. He was there a second ago, and now, he’s gone, and there’s an empty outline in my heart to match the one he left behind.
What the hell happened? We were having a good time! I want so badly to chase him down, grab him by the collar, and demand an explanation. Why do you have to ruin everything just when it’s getting nice? Why can’t we just be f*****g normal for once? Don’t I deserve that? Don’t you? Don’t we?
It’s the look I saw on his face that stops me from following in his footsteps. Wha
