the second I shut the door, the blue comes crashing down onto me. I ignore it and walk down the hallway to the elevator.
when I get in there, I see my mom standing in the corner. what could she be doing here? she's dead?
"oh dallon, you miserable failure. you bring shame to me," she says eerily.
I immediately get out and look back to see an empty elevator. did I just hallucinate that?
as I walk out of Brendon's big apartment building, the blue quickly gets many shades darker and I collapse onto my knees.
how am I supposed to get better when I can't even leave Brendon's apartment without breaking down?
I guess that's one of the many consequences of being a depressed lunatic.
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blue metropolis // brallon
Fanfictionbaby, the city is awfully blue without you // can you tell i was depressed when i wrote this
