The snow fell softly onto her wet eye lashes.
Anger forgotten, hunger forgotten.
The brother beside her could practically feel the grief and stress that radiated.
The scorpion no longer rattled and hunger was no longer on it's mind.
It's venom barely alive.
But maybe...
Just maybe...
The centipede may give rise to her venom once more.
Maybe the centipede will give life to her bleeding heart.
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The Scorpion (Tokyo Ghoul) COMPLETED
Fanfiction"I don't know who I am, who I was, or who I will be. All I know is the monster I'm becoming and an unbearable guilt that has been forced into my hand since the day I was born." She was special, and with special came agony.
