quick jehan/r drabble because of all the talk about capital r Romantics, and occasionally jehan is more byron than shelley, and because oh my god i’m so bored i’m only a week into summer break and already bored??
(warning for discussion of depression & self-harm)
“Your music today is the same color as your voice when you laugh.”
Jehan was laid out on the couch, eyes fixed on cobwebs on the ceiling dressed as cracks and letters. The spiders were never there, but their footsteps danced above like ghosts.
(Maybe that’s what ghosts were, really, footsteps and letters that no one ever cleared out. It meant they still had time.)