The crow and the dove

TW: may cause disassociation 

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Here they were again, sitting in a void of nothing yet a space of everything. The crow happened to spot a white feather flow past him. He quickly grabbed it, examined it, and turned around.

“ 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚟𝚎 “

The crow says. The dove quickly sat down beside the crow, brushing his black feathers away as to not ruin his suit.

“ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰 “

The two of them sat in silence. Staring at the lights of memories and thoughts dancing around in what seemed like an infinite sky. It was quiet, too quiet.

The crow decided to speak up.

“ 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚞𝚙? “

the dove sighs.

“ 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭? 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞? 

𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬?

𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝? “

The crow glanced at the dove before looking back at the lights.

“ 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸’𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍 “

The dove looks up at the lights, He could hear distant laughter from those happy memories. He looked back down at his hands, rough and scarred.

“ 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨… “

A black liquid drips from the doves eyes and lands on his hands. The crow looked concerned, but he knew that he couldn’t do anything about it.