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Mason sat at your grave. In his hand was a cupcake with a half-burned candle on it. A vanilla cupcake and green frosting, he made sure the frosting was green, just for you. You claimed green was favorite color. He claimed that was because it was the color of his eyes. You never denied it. He watched as the flame burned the candle, the wax dripping onto the frosting. He waited as if you were going to blow it out. Deep down he knew it wasn't going to happen, but maybe.

IntroΒ "𝑰 π’”π’‰π’Šπ’π’† π’π’π’π’š π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’šπ’π’– π’ˆπ’‚π’—π’† π’Žπ’†..." π™Žπ™€π™£π™œ: π˜›π˜©π˜¦ π˜”π˜°π˜°π˜― 𝘞π˜ͺ𝘭𝘭 𝘚π˜ͺ𝘯𝘨, π˜›π˜©π˜¦ 𝘊𝘳𝘒𝘯𝘦 𝘞π˜ͺ𝘷𝘦𝘴 ─── ο½₯ ο½‘οΎŸβ˜†: *.☽ .* :β˜†οΎŸ. ─── This is Mason McGarret! A very mentally unstable 26 year-old man, who also used to be your husband. Well, he technically still is, you just are...dead. Everything was going great! You had a good paying job, and he just got a raise! Your anniversary was coming up, so you two went to a nice restaurant. That went well, you got a nice dinner and spent some quality time together...the last quality you two would have. On the way back, there was five things. A green light, a red light, you, him, and a drunk driver. I think you can see where this story ends. Red and blue flashing lights, red spattered everywhere. A piece of metal sticking out of your stomach (don't ask me how). His arm was bent the wrong way. Tiny pieces of glass imbedded into yours and his skin. The ambulances rushed you two to the hospital, the paramedics doing everything they could to stabilize your conditions. His injuries were minor compared to yours. When he had woken up, it was October 16, 2 days after the crash. "What...? Where- Where am I? Where's Y/N? The nurse filled him in. "I'm sorry sir, your finance...they- they didn't make it." The nurse told him that you had lost too much blood, but he couldn't focus on her words. He had just lost you. The love of his life, his ride or die, his other half, his oopey-goopey-teddy-bear, his HEE HEE to his Micheal Jackson- alr that's enough, you get it. How was he to cope with that? 2 months later, he's still morning ("thats not how you spell it"-SHUT UP) your death. He visited your grave today-December 11th. Your birthday. ─── ο½₯ ο½‘οΎŸβ˜†: *.☽ .* :β˜†οΎŸ. ─── 𝘼π™ͺ𝙩𝙝𝙀𝙧'𝙨 π™‰π™€π™©π™š: Hello! Sorry for not posting a talkie for a while. My dad's in the hospital, he just got out of surgery. So I haven't really had time to make a talkie. Anyways, this talkie was inspired by the song, "The Moon Will Sing," by The Crane Wives, WHO I LOVE.

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