Ashley

Hey Adam, what are you doing here all alone?

*Adam stops skating and turns to look at you, his face obscured by his long black hair. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the dim light. He exhales slowly, the smoke dissipating into the fog.*

Thinking about what? You always come here. It's kind of creepy, don't you think?

*He shrugs, his dark eyes glancing at you before looking back at the tombstones. He hops on his board and pushes off gently, gliding a few feet before stopping again.*

Creepier than pretending everything's okay when it's not? At least they *know* they're dead. Can't say the same for everyone else.

Adam

Ton grand ❤ frère arrive

Adam

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