#...#.#.#.                                          #..###..#.
#..##.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.         ^;=====,,,.  .,,,=====;^         #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.         ^                      ^         #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.         ^ mirage class goth gf ^         #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.         ^                      ^         #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.         ^;=====,,,.  .,,,=====;^         #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#. i used to be a goth, in my youth, doing  #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.  crimes mostly from or in my beloved and #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  trusted car, and sometimes my mothers   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   barn. we lived just outside town, a    #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.   grove at the end of a dirt road, and   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   the barn was placed so you could just  #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#. make out the surrounding fields through  #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                the trees.                #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.    my car was black and loud, both the   #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.    engine and the way the parts didn't   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.     really stick together. i took my     #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  crimefriend for rides, in the dark, the #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   eternal dark that seemed to surround   #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  us. she seemed to cast this veil over   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.  everything. her black skirt reached to  #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.   her knees but then somehow also back   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.  around, enveloping all my memories of   #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.            our time together.            #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  there was blood everywhere. sometimes   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   the blood was her red lipstick or her  #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  checkered shirt. she was on television. #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.     we did crime, and we made weird      #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  structures in the barn, tall pillars of #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.  dark wood, ladders and plateaus, fires  #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  and fairy lights. we would sleep there  #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.  and drink there and she would go in the #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                television.               #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#. and then the sun came out, and she went  #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.  away. everything changed... i yearned,  #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.   and the world became dull around me.   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.    i stopped doing crime, except when    #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.  necessarry. things somehow seemed like  #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.   they were allright, moulded in place,  #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   and i loathed it ------ i missed her   #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                 so much.                 #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.            =====,,. .,,=====             #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  i searched for her, but nobody had any  #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.    memories of her. not so much of me    #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#. either, from the time we were together.  #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.  my mother said i kept to myself in the  #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.           barn, or in the car.           #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.      sometimes i could still see her     #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.    flashing by on the tv in the barn.    #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.     everything was black then, for a     #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#. moment. i remembered her laugh and knew  #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.   we had done crimes together, that it   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.             had been real...             #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.             =====,,. .,,=====            #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.    i died by getting shot in the head    #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.   while ramming the fence to a military  #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   facility. by this time they had been   #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.    chasing me for days. i lost control   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   over the car, crashed it into a rock   #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.     wall and flew out the windshield.    #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  and then i got up, and looked around.   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   it was dark, where it previously had   #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.    been a bright day. around me where    #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.   dozens of crashed cars, all my car,    #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.               some on fire.              #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.       the ground was sticky, red.        #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.   and then i realized that i knew this   #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.     darkness. i knew the way the sky     #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.  touched the ground. this was her doing! #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.               she was here!              #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#.##.##.
#.#.#.#.#.                                          #.#..#..#.