Adam Parrish

[chiseler]

I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me
and I love you so much, I'm gonna let you kill me
There's a ghost in my lungs and it sighs in my sleep
Wraps itself around my tongue as it softly speaks
Then it walks, then it walks with my legs
To fall, to fall, to fall at your feet

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[antietam]

An even better reason to be like that. [ So people don't mess with you. He wishes. Still, there's no one who will hurt him here. Him or Luke. His hand just caresses the side of his face, no longer focused on the scar. ]

No one helps people like us. [ Maybe everything he knew about Luke is different but he still gets the feeling they're an us. ] That's why you have to fix things on your own, right? That's why you still wanted to fix the world. Do you think there's any fixing it now?

[chiseler]

[He tilts his head almost lovingly into Adam's hand, comfortable here and strangely okay talking about something like this.]

Yes. To all of that. I don't want to think there isn't a way to fix things because that would mean accepting that I failed. I'm not too good at that. But sometimes I wonder if fixing things also counts for me still being in the picture.