Part 1

screaming crying weeping and wailing THE QUIET COUNTDOWN IN THE BACKGROUND AAUGH rb subtle quiet shit in the midst of huge tragedies will never not ruin me he counted down until the last moment he could to spend every single second he could get with his big brother and don let him because they stay for each other they stay OOMPH making myself extra emotional thinking about it and later he looks at his hands those are the hands that killed his brother those are the hands that held his brother memory can live in hands for so long the grip of a pencil the rattle of a paint can the weight of a kusari-fundo in the bend of the knuckles and the empty spaces his hands will know the weight of his brother no longer living they carry a last connection and they are hard to look at idk the words i want arent coming out rn but jus the endless mirroring reflection of ((i wish i didnt experience this)) and ((im so thankful he didnt experience it alone)) ((i wish you were still here with me)) and ((im so glad you were here while i was)) anywho gorgeous art as heckin always might have made me Feel Things