๊’ฐเฆŒโ€”> ๐‘ฉ๐‘จ๐‘ช๐‘ฒ ๐‘ฐ๐‘ต๐‘ป๐‘ถ ๐‘ป๐‘ฏ๐‘ฌ ๐‘ญ๐‘น๐‘จ๐’€.แŸ

@passionatedefender.bsky.social

๐‘€๐‘Œ ๐‘ƒ๐ด๐‘†๐‘†๐ผ๐‘‚๐‘ ๐ต๐‘ˆ๐‘…๐‘๐‘† ๐ต๐‘…๐ผ๐บ๐ป๐‘‡๐ธ๐‘… ๐‘‡๐ป๐ด๐‘ ๐ธ๐‘‰๐ธ๐‘… .แŸ

โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €they're hesitating again. the last time they were afraid, they were conscious enough to recognize the feeling. before they lost consciousness altogether. so much time has passed since then. so much has changed. /they/ have changed. +

โ €โ €โ € โ €โ €โ €...what now? it's been a while since cash ran away and left his guitar behind. they're staring at it intently, eyes flickering as they examine it up and down. they want to bring it back to him. they want to return it to him so badly. but they know. +