prologue; 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

"fuck it. seven years' bad luck," hayley yells, bringing the bottle crashing down onto the reflective glass of the mirror and shattering it. "nothing could be worse than this."

she was wrong.

(set post-self titled era;
lowercase intended)