“Any honorable hero would sacrifice their love for the world, but a villain would reduce this reechoed world to ash for that which he loves. Now from which cloth are you cut?”
I give you mad props for making this the thought randomly came to my head to see if someone made only one + lesbian slowed reverb and I thought it would be too specific ur the goat
August, 1959. You take a drag from your cigarette, looking across the bar at the woman you’ve been making eye contact all night. She gives you a soft smile before grabbing her things to make her way over to you. Her red lipstick and porcelain skin, cut by a bright green dress, become even more perfect as she sits next to you… June, 1963. You awake to find it all a distant memory as rain soaks your face. The same rain that fell that night when you walked her home. She stands over your body, a smoking gun in her hand. You reach into your jacket for a cigarette and feel the wet of your blood, all the while that song plays in your head, the same one that played when you met. You light one last cigarette and take a final drag, as she walks into the night, a smile on her face.
