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"People need to be told they're worthy of being alive by someone else or they can't go on."
─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───
For as long as (Y/N) could remember, pain clung to them like a second skin. Like a bothersome stray cat someone made the mistake of feeding, it followed- always nearby.
And though it would visit them in thousands of silhouettes and masks- never daring to make use of an old disguise- (Y/N) could always feel the familiar shiver crawl up their spine.
Misfortune had fallen in love with (Y/N) long ago, chasing like a lover distraught.
And that unfortunate love festered and pursued until (Y/N) had little choice but to succumb.
It was a terrible contrast- the cold marble swirled beneath their knees, biting through the thin fabric, and the glassy, thousand-eyed glare the figures standing far above them gave, one that burns and sears their flesh.
The stained glass burns red even as it depicts the garden- paradise.
The rosary beads wrap around their trembling wrists, not unlike handcuffs on that of a shamed criminal.
“Eyes closed, girl. You know better than to disgrace Him like that.” Akin to the angular snake curled around a glass branch, the man hisses down at the trembling figure.
It was Sunday once more, where after the rest had left once the sermon was completed, (Y/N) found themselves staying in the church long into the night. With the rosary chaining them to the altar like the word of God while the serpent hisses and spits.
His- the headmaster’s- hand digs into their white hair, curling and digging away at their scalp, a silent threat as he forcibly bows their head.
“Good.”
The serpent slithers down the tree, shedding itself of its pure feathers as it coils around the apple.
And Eve- as naive as could be- simply could not resist the serpent’s call.
