'What was the void,' you couldn't help but ponder, 'is it the beginning of the end? is it finite or infinite; real or fake?"
It is said that "If you look long enough into the void, the void begins to look back through you."
It is the aphaeresis of a human. A rather frivolous substitution for 'nothingness.'
It makes you want to crawl into peace yet crave something unholy.
"Drink the blood of Shuji's killer," the wrath in you spoke. His hands had a firm grip on your throat.
"I said unholy," you choked out trying to swat his hands away. You took a deep breath as you spoke, "not blasphemous."
"Sad," he replied, "I always get those two confused."
You knew you were being consommé par le vide when you saw Shuji in your dream, an uncannily kind smile adorning his features, it had to be something surreal.
It must be being consommé par le vide when he ran his bloody fingers on the apples of your cheeks.
It must be being consommé par le vide when his grip on your neck tightened like the knots of loneliness in your chest.
It must be being consommé par le vide that you felt an unfamiliar scent on him even with your shallow breaths.
It must be being consommé par le vide when you woke up from the nightmare, snivelling and shaking; Shuji is not there to rub circles on your back to succumb to your hiccuping sobs.
"Throw roses into the abyss. Kudos to the monster who ruined your youth."
It had to be, being consommé par le vide when you thought about your childhood and all you could imagine was your dead brother.
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