Today, I lost a friend. I lost a dear, young friend in my life who was struggling with addiction.

I’m sharing it with you because life and death live so close together, and we walk that fine line everyday. When things happen in our lives, we turn to the people that we love…and we lean on people, in a hope that we will ease our pain.

—  Amy Poehler on Harris Wittels’ untimely death
Winter ghosts

declanlunch and i wrote another story and it took a while for it to be done but here it is (we started it in november okay)

  • noah czerny, joseph kavinsky, ronan lynch, (also gwenllian for two seconds)
  • 6946 words
  • warnings for ghost violence, mentions of character death, probably some minor sexual stuff, and zero editing

The situation was increasingly frustrating and Kavinsky was having none of it. When he woke up the morning of July the fifth he thought there were worse things off than ending up one of Henrietta’s ghosts. The company was abysmal, but the living still lived and getting front row seats to Ronan’s reaction to his death might be almost, kind of, worth it.
But grief doesn’t last forever. Especially not when you’re seventeen.

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