by killer romance. » Sun Jun 25, 2017 10:51 am
His sister's voice woke Mikey from his dazed state. He forced his small smile to be wider and nodded, looking over to her. "I'm fine." He said, shrugging, "Just relaxed is all. There's a nice view, and I'm tired." He reasoned before looking back out the window. The view was lovely. A wide lake off to the left, with large hills rolling behind it; blanketed by thick pines.
Dean's eyes wandered to his little brother. Sleeping peacefully. Years ago, he would've perhaps pranked him. Drawn on a moustache with a sharpie or cut some of his hair, but nowadays he didn't have the energy or the drive. Too much had happened. He'd been hardened, and now it was hard to find moments to laugh: but hard as it was he found them. Laughing makes people think your ok. If they think you're ok then they won't nag you, and you can focus on making yourself feel ok. Smirking, he remembered the picture he took if Sammy asleep with a spoon in his mouth. Those were the days.
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╭text text text text text╮i'm miss brightside
the killers = life
brandon flowers <3
british female
the man - the killers
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