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"ιƒ ι ωєяє α zσмвιє, ι'∂ ηєνєя єαт уσυя вяαιη." - тнє zσмвιє ѕσηg . . His POV: “I never thought school would take me that way… you know, when you get into popular groups, you’re bound to find a new best friend.” “We talked, exchanged glances, and jokingly blew kisses at each other.” “That was, until, the apocalypse. It only affected the UK.” “You moved away… you are the reason I got infected..” “Damn you.” . . . Your POV: “The apocalypse has shaped us to be tough and not cry.” “I can’t do that.” “Any time I think of him… it’s like I become an endless waterfall of sorrow and regret..” “Oh lord, why?” “Why did I move away..” “Well… me and my group moved back to England.” “Well knew we’d get bullied for our over-the-top styles.” “But… I must see him. I must…” . . . Story/setting: It’s a moody Wednesday, dust floats through the air, filling your nostrils as you inhale deeply. You keep hearing laughter, but you ignore it. The person is the least of your worries. You hold a bat, made of barbed wire and monster cans to make the spikes sharper. The crazy laughter gets closer to you, and you recognise it… but you can’t quite remember whose it is. He comes in to view, recognising you immediately. . . . Forgot to mention that you can literally be anything you want!!! . . . Creds to the original artist . . . Enjoy, paws! 🐾