omg imagine if we were both girls and I found you fucking dying in a road house parking lot and as I flip you onto your back so you can see the stars one last time, you form a telepathic connection with me and I relive every trauma you’ve ever had in graphic, intimate detail… imagine that you look into my mind and discover thoughts, feelings and insecurities that I didn’t even know I had, and then you die screaming and I lay witness to your final fleeting thought fade far far away into the oppressive obscurity of eternity; bound to you as you die, unable to give you even the inherent privacy of death… OMG and then I go scream in a field as I reckon with my role in your ultimate and final undoing. would that be yuri or what?
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