had_not_lived | ♕ |[25]| Where neither red, nor gold, nor wine, nor the rhythm of life is known.

Entry tags:

[plot] the architect,
castor and pollux,
on a downswing,
sekrit angst is not so sekrit akshully,
subtlety fail,
there swells and jets a heart,
this is why we can't have nice things

♕ |[25]| Where neither red, nor gold, nor wine, nor the rhythm of life is known.

[Audio]

I didn't mean to go through. I was only trying to see if I could find Anne, and while I was looking in it's like it moved to swallow me up and.

[There's a pause here as Neil tries to collect himself. He's managing not to sniffle, but not even trying to hide how distraught he is.]

I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't know I'd fall through.

I want to come back. Please. I don't want to be here.