" I don't know. "
It was a sentence that Dust had grown accustomed to responding to. However, the reality was contradictory.
He knew, he knew perfectly well, why he had acted this way.Every action, every reaction, every word, every thing actually made sense to him, even when it was the very definition itself of meaningless.
You no longer even need to close your eyes to be plunged into darkness. He had been falling apart, and had been for longer than he could have thought.The young teenager had hit a rock bottom that he didn't even know the existence.
Yet. . .
He was not alone.
Someone had accompanied him there, he could feel their fingers intertwining in his, their body covering him with a hoped-for warmth.
The fall was not unpleasant, however, the scenery was nothing short of nightmare.The surroundings formed meaningless drawings, screwless scribbles filled with despair. Darkness surrounded all form of life, rendering anyone who dared to try incapable of perceiving light.
The mist formed familiar faces, but blurred and unknown. The surrounding air was both cold and hot, forming a constant contrast and confusion.
As Chinmoku fell, he also felt like he was constantly running, as if to escape worse than death could give.
However, each turn led nowhere, only serving to reinforce the feeling of loneliness and disorientation in the young boy.
His face, seemingly innocent, filled with terror and worry, reflected both the opposite.If one dared to venture into his pink eyes, one could hear screams.
"Help me."
But who did this scream came from? Who was really the victim? Who was the culprit? Who exactly should we be wary of?
What if the scourge came from elsewhere?
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Chinmoku's Tragedy (VOLUME 1) English adaptation
Fanfiction" You'll make it Dust, I believe in you. " These were the last words he spoke before he died some time later. Those were too many words, he was at the edge of the cliff and he fell. The fall was faster than expected, no turning back was possible fro...
