The days have been boring and slow. Whether it is my mind or not doing this, I feel like I have eaten my nails at least thousand and fifty times. But no matter how much I do,
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Sitting beside the window of the burned up house with my knees up and my hand backs away so my eyes stare at the nails. The eaten nails grow up again in just one second with a golden dust floating besides the fingers.
Nothing ever dies. Because I'm dead. And seems like that is never going to change.
My feet stop at the edge of the opened door of the house like if they were forced to give no more steps but the line limit was to stay on the edge of the door. With a sigh, the breeze of the night embraces me. And it feels warm instead of icy --now being dead, the cold had no effect on me--.
Looking at the moon up on the dark sky made me...
Made me...
Made me feel FREE!
I stretched out my arms to the sides while closing my eyes and smiling with lips at the sky. At God. At the moon. At the whole breeze. At the birds. At the trees, AT THAT WOMAN RIGHT THERE, and at the--
Wait a moment
...
'Woman right there'?
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My hands reach to the stomach pocket of my red jacket and pull out some googles to lift them and put the holes against my eyes and my eyes looked through the holes of it and there was the shadow of a girl walking to here.
"What the...?" I start with my eyes widened in suspicion due to the fact that it was unknown if it was a human or a ghost. The more she approached the more the moon brightened the tip of a giant sword she hid on her back. "Holy...!!!" There was not even time to say the word because she gained speed and my hand pushed the door to close it but she put a feet between the door and the edge. She was shoeless and her feet was dirty and has claws instead of nails.
