”When either of us passes away, it’ll be with a smile”
This was our promise, do you remember?
Something like “forever”, is honestly impossible,
but there’s no way we can leave each other after all this time, right?
Finally, on the day of my passing,
you’re next to me, all wrinkled, crying like a child
but according to our promise, you smiled,
you were the most beautiful you have ever been.
“I am happy” I say, as I close my eyes.
(via madcocaparty)
♦ You want justice served? You want vengeance taken? You want honor restored? Then do it yourself. That's omertà. When blood cries for blood, you answer the call. And you answer it alone.
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