Sailing on my own, I've come to miss human contact, even if it hurt me. I chuckled at the thought. I then grabbed the piece of paper a bird dropped and stared at it shocked.
Tsubaki The Killer
73,000 beli
Dead or Alive
I gave a bitter smirk and tossed the poster away.
"I suppose nothing ever changes." I could feel the tears well up and pushed them down. I clenched my skirt in anger and started bashing the boat with my fist. "Everytime I hope humans prove themselves wrong, that they're not horrible beings" I took a deep breath and decided to play with the water, splashing it on fishes, my expression shadowed by my hair.
They always ruin their chances.
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Broken One
FantasyI was broken. A flower whose petals have already began to scatter. I am Tsubaki. I am a flower without fragrance, yet here I am now. My petals still with me.(drabbel fic) ON HIATUS
