"I felt like my death is a gift" I said it with sincerity I don't even know why I said it nor why I felt like that but that's the truth. He stared at me, eyeing me with curiosity "I really don't care what you feel about your death, all I care about is that you're here. I've been waiting for you to loose it and just end everything" he said it without emotion, as if it was the most natural thing to say to someone who just died. I didn't felt bad about it, knowing he really do wanted me to die because honestly I actually felt nothing.
"We will rule the darkness, the emptiness, you will be with me for eternity" he said it, he smiled that creepy damn smile and I can't help by smile back "yes we will" I answered him, that guy, that very guy who I always see staring back at me whenever I face the mirror when I was still alive and now we're together. I am now living in the darkness with my demon, my own version of demon. Myself.
The demons, they're back.
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Undiscovered Writings
RandomSuper short stories in different categories, poems and qoutes written by yours truly. This is all a product of boredom. Languages: English Tagalog Taglish © Mistercoldprinz December 9, 2018 Completed
