Nightmares came, in the forms of illusions and daydreams. I would be reliving those last moments of them and seeing them smile at me like it's not my fault. It's making me fucking guilty, and I don't deny it.
It is my fault. I shouldn't expect them to pay back what I gave away. Is it?
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03 09 | m.yg [seven] √
Fanfiction{Part 7, Ethereal Deaths} A revenge of one who doesn't know the true intention of giving. The tale of the giving tree, of sorts, retold. [Also available on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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