why do you keep coming back?
because i have nowhere else to go.
there must be some place you belong, somewhere you can call home.
this is my home.
don't you feel cruel though? living in people's thoughts? surviving over the wreckage and carnage of a dying soul? feeding off a person's broken pieces until they are nothing more than a shadow?
even if i did feel cruel about it, there's nothing i can do.
it's in my nature.
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restless
Short Story❝ thoughts in motion of a perfect storm is chaos in its most serene form. ❞ what are we when the darkness embraces the sun? what are we when the century-old starlight touches the surface of our broken glass windows? what are we when the only thing t...
