(this is not a vent btw this is just backstory for oblivion)

Oblivion was asleep, she was dreaming. She knew that, but the dream was so vivid. So lifelike that it felt real. Most likely her brain wistfully thinking. She stood in her old room, back from when she had just turned twenty-five and had begun to live with Clover. An old best friend of hers. Back from when they were children. Barely five. Oblivion walked through the hallways on the hardened sand floors. She peaked around the corner to the main room. To see Clover, with ink covering his fingers. A scroll underneath his arms, hunched over staring at it.

"Hey," Oblivion said quietly. Her heart ached, her breath growing shallow.

Hey deadboy.

"Oh Oblivion!" Clover said excitedly, standing up swiftly.

I'm tired of sleeping on the phone.

Oblivion felt tears well up in the corners of her eyes. Clover was dead, had been for so long. But now he was standing there. In front of her. A smile on his face. His green eyes glistened in the sunlit room. As Oblivion rubbed her cheek in hopes of stopping the tears from falling before they fell.

I wonder... when you're coming home...to Brooklyn.

"Oblivion, are you okay?" Clover asked cautiously. His hand out in front of him. A worried expression was clear on his real face. It was real right?

You promised me.. You would, to Brooklyn.

"Yeah, totally." She sighed. Tears that had threatened to spill over had. She had given up on trying to stop them.

"You don't look okay." Clover said softly. Wiping the tears from her face. She then wrapped him in a tight hug. She wasn't letting go, not now, not ever. She promised herself that. She wouldn't lie to him or herself. But sometimes you can't control what fate plans. And fate truly hated her.

Hey, dead boy. 

wwwwwwwow backstory woohoooo

the song was  inspired by (The lyrics that randomly are sprinkled in) Deadboy by Vauge002