↳ @farmwiitch ↰

  ↳ ❂ ↰ “Dead. I’m gonna die. No matter how this turns out, I’m not gonna see morning.” He’d been roped into buying something for one of the other subjects on his way home from tutoring another student, and from loose calculations, he swore he had enough time. But there he was, at the back of a long line as his curfew drew closer. Either Easton killed him for breaking curfew, or the other subject did for not bringing back the snacks.