I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'M SO FUCKING SORRY.
I haven't wrote in a day.
Because Bamburai..died.
I'm sorry.
I couldn't treat you in time.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry.
DAMMIT!
I CAN'T STOP WRITING SORRY.
HE BROKE HIS PROMISE.
THE ONLY ONE CARING FOR ME WHEN BAMBERLY DIED WAS BAMBURAI.
IM ALONE.
THE STYLISH GODS ARE ALL DEAD.
BESIDES ME.
THE WEED MAN IS
THE ONLY ONE ALIVE.
I CAN'T TAKE THE PAIN.
WHY.
WHY DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN.
ALL SO QUICKLY.
NO ONE ELSE IS ALIVE.
BUT ME.
ME.
JUST.M E.
I CAN'T STOP GRIVEING THIS PAIN.
THIS HORRIBLE PAIN.
IT'S BEEN ALMOST A MONTH SINCE THIS SHIT STARTED.
SINCE EVERYONE LEFT.
SINCE EVERYONE DIED.
FUCK THIS BULLSHIT.
IM GONNA DIE HERE.
WITHOUT ANYONE.
ALONE.
ALONE.
ALONE.
ALONE.
A L O N E.
YOU ARE READING
Separated For Life Itself. [old as fuck go look at the remake (seperated)]
Short StoryThis was inspired by Deskbuddy BB. White Infection is an AU I made a few months ago. This includes quite a lot of Angst, death, mild swearing, and one part mentions suicide. If you don't like these things, don't read this. This was originally Banj...