feliz cumpleaños mon coeur

nah I’m telling you man it’s the craziest thing! Y’know those january breezes?

dead of winter everything is blue and gray and the snow is brown mush.

the kind of breeze you can hear when you’re inside under blanket, and even with the heater on so high, the sound alone makes a chill run through you. It’s cozy under the right conditions, like in front of Maria’s fireplace.

I can hear it, I can feel it, I can’t quite see it but it’s there. From the bottom half of my chest to the middle part of my torso. There’s just a huge hole there, I can swear to you theres a breeze passing through it.

oh be more dramatic!

hahaha, yeah

it maws once more does it?

it maws.

there is no longer any reflection.

shall I?

Please

I’ll try to be gentle this time

No need.