unbreakable

son when u grow up will u be the savior of the broken

i was standing there looking on. the people marching on behind same black and red flote. everything about it was beautiful and i felt like it was calling me.

WHEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY MY FATHER TOOK ME INTO THE CITY

i started to walk towards them i wanted to join the parade.

sometimes i get the feeling she's watching over me

one of the marching skeleton stood in front of me, his outfit was petty and i wanted one like it. He grabbed my hand with his white bony fingers. patting my hand he said

“not yet honey, not yet”
not really good with summarys sorry

1. ch. 1

   Cristal pov

2. ch. 2

   frank pov

3. ch. 3

   Cristal pov

4. ch. 4

   frank pov