okay so the writing i said i would write (TW)

“sweet nothing” by @clovercore I spy with my little tired eyes, the fireflies that we found magnificent last July. The streets are pale with sickness and death and the pebble you picked up last August is still in my pocket. I stare at the ground as I walk, humming the tune of a song I haven’t heard since I was seven. Do you ever miss New York sometimes? Everyone’s up to something malicious, pushing and shoving, yet I’m just running home to your sweet nothings. You’re probably in the kitchen humming, cleaning dishes to get your mind off the world’s spinning. All I want is to get back home. I knock on the mahogany coloured door. No answer. Knock, knock, knock again. Nobody’s there. I go to the back door and open it. I walk through the house. The only thing I see is crimson clover covering your lifeless body, stretched against the wood floor. A gun is sitting in your hand, yet I never expected you to want this to this point. The sight was a soul deconstructor, breaking every already cracked part of my being. All you wanted from me was sweet nothing, yet you expected much more out of yourself. 203 words! authors notes - the reference to ny was because Scarlett and Marissa went there once. crimson clover is blood.