mrs-sakurai:

I think you are my angel.
I’m borrowing your wings.
We are real. So close to the goal of goals.
The ultimate feeling.
For the first time infinite.
I don’t want to know where we are tomorrow, because this moment lasts forever.

(Oh don’t worry, tomorrow you’re going to be stuck in a mirror, while a dark entity pushed you ot of your body. Damien is dead, Celine is dead, the Colonel is mad. But yeah. At least you have some fond memories of your beloved mayor! This counts as something right? FUCKING BRING DAMIEN BACK, HE DESERVED THE FUCKING WORLD)

“The future is ours to choose! And I will work hard to ensure that our beloved city has a bright future!”

I drew this after I was hit by inspiraion from this post by @markired

Bonus close up on the paper: