Rise, Red as the dawn.
The gods rule us still. They have come down from the stars. And they are no longer kind
We fall out of time. Past and present bleed into each other, muddying the waters of time until it’s all the same; it’s all now and perfect, and Rusty is so goddamn kissable. I have him, and I want more. He’ll always leave me wanting more. Rusty is pushing me away, telling me to run. Security is coming, he says. I need one more kiss. I steal one more kiss. And it’s the best part of everything.