It was quick and there was blood. Yoichi stood still, feeling liquid dribble down his chin. A blade twisted in his gut, he shrieked from the back of his throat as his insides were sliced. This is it, he thought, eyes drifting up to the sky.
A flock of birds. He smiled.
Yoichi lowered his eyelids and let himself fall into the depths of nothingness.
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blood and flowers.
Fanfiction(VIOLENCE AND ANGST WARNING) suf·fer·ing ˈsəf(ə)riNG/ noun the state of undergoing pain, distress, or hardship. .......... So the only thing I ship as much as I ship Eremin is Yuuyoi, and it's funny because they're so alike. Maybe Mikayuu is more li...
