I've given in. I know I shouldn't have. Yet as I sit here trying to write, my eyes hurting from the unwelcome light, I'm scared to stop. I've committed now. I've shown myself and I'm frightened to look behind me at what other thing has followed my path and decided to show itself. We were aware of each other but with certain modesty or respect we stayed in our own corner of the room. I've crossed our unwritten boundary and I can sense they have lost their respect for me. I've run out of things to write. I've given you everything, all I know to be true at this point.
YOU ARE READING
If_only_I_were_real.
Historia CortaEverything seems so simple in the most complicated of ways. At this hour the dark only contains monsters of your own creation yet you feel at peace with them. It is no longer only their home, you feel welcomed here too.
