《 Blue 》

《 Three 》

' ' I'm mister lover man' '

He was beautiful, truly beautiful, his scars made him even more so. My heart broke at the look of fear in his perfect, blue eyes, well eye, now that I can see them, one is clearly glass.
"You're eyes are really pretty" I smiled at him. He looked shocked at the comment, clearly  expecting me to have made a comment on the state of his face. He was sputtering for words, but he eventually got out what sounded vaguely like "Thank you" and I had to stifle a giggle.
He was so cute
I was sure I shouldn't be thinking like that about a mass murderer, but I couldn't help it, he really was. If I hadn't been briefed on why I was seeing him I never would've guessed he was a murderer. He seems too sweet to be a killer. That's how they get you I reminded myself.
He told me his story, moving to Nockfell with his father, meeting Larry Johnson, he told me about a murder that had happened in the apartments he lived in prior to him moving in, how he and Larry Johnson had given the police evidence to arrest another resident, how the police completely disappeared afterwards. He told me about the ghosts and demons of Addison apartments, about the mysterious gearboy cartridge that he found, about the bologna incident, and the cult underneath the church.
Part of me thought he was delusional, sputing nonsense, but a bigger part of me believed him, believed every word he spoke.
He didn't mention his scars, I didn't push him to tell me. I figured they happened in his early childhood and were a subject of trauma for him. I sat quietly and listened to every word he spoke with a patient smile.
It seemed like he hadn't talked about it in a long time.
He was so young when all of it started.
Poor kid.

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' ' and I miss my lover, man' '