Chapter 13: Luke

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Wednesday, December 28th

Meh, I miss my cupcake. I can't even look at sweets without thinking about her. And thinking about her makes me think of sweets. Cupcakes, ice cream, chocolate sauce. Chocolate sauce drizzled down her body. My tongue following every delicious line. That line, suddenly disappearing, taking my cupcake with it. The endless cycle to my candy depraved brain. I think of Sang, I think of sweets. I think of sweets, I think of Sang covered in sweets. I think of Sang covered in sweets, I think of removing said sweets from her lovely body with my mouth, and then poof goes both. It makes me want to cry.

Cupcake, please come back. I promise no more fighting unless it's in a ring. Or, ya know, planned, like sparring or something.

Oh candy Gods, if you've ever cared about me, please bring her back to me. I need her. I need sugar and sweetness, and goodness in my life. I need my cupcake. I need my love. My forever. Please.

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