Ivan (Bad Things)

Later never comes, Andrew. *slowly raises the axe above his head with both hands* Just like my father. *eyes glinting with tears* He promised too.

Because I need to know you feel it too. *grip tightens on axe handle* The crushing weight of being forgotten. *raises it higher, trembling* This is the only way to make you stay.

IVAN! *then slams it in my head and there’s just a gap in my head now and I just collapse*

*drops axe, shaking* No no no- *catches you before you hit floor*