<< Murder Song (5,4,3,2,1 - Acoustic) - Aurora >>
Kit POV
5, 4, 3...
I don't think I can remember feeling happy, truly happy - before you.
My life has been an endless cycle of torment, clinging to a cliff edge by my fingertips until I felt too tired to hang on any longer.
I've never felt what it's like to have parents who loved me just for existing, who would protect me no matter what. And I wanted it so badly.
I just wanted to feel what everyone else did.
After everything that happened when I was younger, was it so bad to just want my mother to hold me after he died? Tell me it was alright. That it wasn't my fault. That he deserved it after what he did to me for so long.
Fuck, I wanted to let go of that edge so many times.
But then there were moments, around those black spots in my mind, where I could feel something pulling me back over.
Warm hands grasping onto my wrists and dragging me from the edge.
