[slowly, she bleeds out. multicolored, neon blood leaks from her wounds, bright and hard to look at. it pools, and stains damien's clothes.
whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. are these his friends? has he ever really had anybody at all, or has he pushed them away? are you waiting for something to happen? it won't. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. this might be better. this might be more accurate, to be left for dead with nobody around to save him.
he bleeds out, slowly. until finally the darkness takes him.]
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whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. are these his friends? has he ever really had anybody at all, or has he pushed them away? are you waiting for something to happen? it won't. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. this might be better. this might be more accurate, to be left for dead with nobody around to save him.
he bleeds out, slowly. until finally the darkness takes him.]