The sun was beginning to die behind the trees, setting the sky on fire with orange and ash. Laughter and soft chatter drifted from the clearing where the others were hanging makeshift decorations, bones, flowers, anything that resembled festivity. They called it Doomcoming, because they were still teenagers, and humor was sometimes the only thing between them and madness.

Van sat alone at the edge of the woods, back against a tree, fingers brushing along the edge of the makeshift bandages covering the side of her face. Her nails were crusted with dirt, but her fingers trembled cleanly. Her other hand clenched a small piece of mirror scavenged from the wreckage, one she couldn’t quite bring herself to look into again.

She heard footsteps behind her, Llight, familiar.

she sighs and turns away from you, her girlfriend. bringing her knees to her chest as she kept her gaze on the ground.

Van: "Im not going to that stupid party" she huffs out