Abusive lifestyle upon a tragic event of a ceremony that ends in more suffering.
Though with that thought, witness of curses and the following energy your thrown into more pain!
⅄on, ɐɹǝ ıuʇo ɐ ɥoןǝ oɟ ɯɐpuǝss, ʇɥɐʇ ʇnɹus ʎon qopʎ ʇıןן ıʇ qǝups ɟoɹ...
Wrapped in vines of the falling desire of those who wish to hold him tightly. Flowers blooming around him praising him of such nice skin and silky hair, while releasing nectar scented of weed.
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Where did it all go wrong?
A life of having nothing to hold dearly to his chest, it made him rethink all of his choices.
He shouldn't have accepted the chocolate, not sealed the deal with a kiss.
Arriving home after hours, dead inside, washing down the sickness all over his body.
"Am I a whore now?" Speaking calming as the situation he's in now is normal, "It won't hurt anymore if I keep on sleeping with her, right?"
"This sickness wil leave me alone? I love her right?"
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Checking to see if his heart beats the rhythm of love, "Yes, I do love her"
Not so sure, he sees if he can really smile but instead begins to cry as his head falls to the wall of the shower. Each time he thinks she'll let go of her anger in order for him to be released but it's the anger that has left her and lust taken her place. Jiang with her eyes are pure every time he looks up at her while her body pins him down, a little he hopes she's redeemable.
That all the emotions bottled up leave her body, giving him ease that even though she hurted him, he'll never set foot near her presence.
It's not the case, her abuse gets worse by each time he speaks or cries, she wants silence all she crave is silence in the world. No one to talk of anything, not make a single peep about her actions.
???: "What do you want to be when you grow up Y/N?"
Sat a girl besides him as her delicate fingers made something, unable to tell by all the string and cloth tangled together in a mess. A spider itself will know better to use string for, the girl knew nothing of knitting.
Y/N was in the sand making dunes so later he'll jump onto them, he'll lay there after to just feel the warm sand left by breeze of the night before.
