They told me I couldn't withstand the Sun, the Moon, or an incandescent lamp. So I told them that if I was to burn regardless, might as well burn by you.
I can't take it anymore. My flesh burns, sizzles, rots. My brain spits and spatters and nothing makes sense. My blood is boiling and I wish I could drain it. My eyes are fading. I can't see anymore. Is that the ceiling or my eyelids?
Let them turn the lights off.
I was never meant for the light.
Any light.
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To you who fell from Darkness' Grace
Short Story They told me I couldn't withstand 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯, or 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘱. So I told them that if I was to burn regardless...