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TW: Sewerslide 

Afterneath of ep 11

Fyolai angst....pls read

Trying to lighten the chains only resulted in them to run deeper, fully restraining this forsaken body. The desire to be free, the desire to get rid of these chains, these thoughts only brought more despair to the clown as he dragged his body through the entrance. Freedom, is what he wanted right? Then why did bringing death upon the last lock only bring him the lies of sadness and despair? The 'chains' he so badly needed to rid of only increased the weight of despair, the clown started to walk to the stairs,going step by step. 'Kyoyla' was what he called him, the only one that understood his reason, his life, his need. As the light haired man stepped higher and higher the burden and weight for his crimes felt heavier and heavier. The ravenette entangled in his head just as their fates were entangled forevermore. Those black beautiful locks with those mysterious purple eyes to his tired gaze every single thing about the man was thought off as 'Kyola' stepped upwards. The times the clown had made comments to the man's tired eyes how he wished he could go back to then cause as of now those tired eyes matched his. The questions turned into answers little by little. The chains hurt more than no others, he was no longer bound and yet the lyes force him to feel what humans call emotions. Nikolai hates it and only his dear dos-kun knew that, not a single soul more, just him. The words that he could say over and over dyed before his tongue could move. Before he could talk and talk and still have more but now he cant make out who was who and what was what for he was simply continuing his walk up the stairs. Why? The clown asked himself. Why? Why did he have to be so attached, so in need to see that man once again even though his death was already down and dealt with? The clown stopped for he already knew his answer. The questions have died away and the answer was right behind the door. He dragged his body and opened his lock, the chains are no longer going to be felt. All he needed to do was continue what needed to be done,what wanted to be done. The clown stepped and stepped, this would end it all. The wind rustling through the dead of night the abandon tress and the city far away in view. He felt a smile come inside of him but he didnt let it show, enough was enough, closing his eyes in delight and taking the last step to what had gotten to were he was tonight, the reason for wanting his dos-kun dead, the reason the chains were heavy, the reason he expressed jelousy of the birds that chirped so effortlessly, his one and only freedom.

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