drabble | repeat

[feathershedding]

Title: repeat
Prompt after all this, don't start to hate me, okay?





Michan isn’t self-conscious, at least not anymore. She’s seen the stars, alright. Even from the gutter. So it speaks volumes, the way she sits on her bed and watches the curtains blow in the breeze, listening as the front door slams with a familiar lack of subtlety.

Her head hurts. She can’t see out of her left eye! Maybe that’s for the best; yeah, maybe it is. This way, the night seems darker. As if whatever happens gets swallowed up and lost amidst the shadows, like the stage lights blinking million specks of dust into nothingness. Michan hopes.

Like always.


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