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♫ out came the sun and dried up all the— ✴︎
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The silver metal slid into the left hip of my bottoms, the cold blade stung my skin as I did so.
"Four doors down..."
"Four doors down..." I whispered.
My breath became heavy and loud. My gaze stuck to my feet, as I felt a strike of dizziness invade my mind. I had chosen a pair of red pumps today; the point of each toe stepped over the other. I hitched back a gasp while I lost my footing, slamming a hand on the wall, using it for stability.
droplets of sweat trickled down my forehead and into the crease of my nose, it's sticky and uncontrollable.
My breathing become heavier, in the split moment I thought I was dying—drowning in an ocean of colors that I didn't want to see so lively and vivid. Then when I sunk, it was dark, and so quiet... I heard my own heartbeat thumping in my ears.
It become so loud I swallowed wholes of the salt water. My breath was taken away, though I feel better. I hear my knees clinking against each other, ringing like silver spoons. The sound was so sharp it echoed through the ocean like a large ripple.
I wanted to close my eyes as I sunk to the bottom, but the knife was there, sinking like me. At that moment I began to spaz, and the hate and envy came back.
♫ the blooming, bloody spider has webbed in liquid red ✴︎
I looked up and was face to face with a wooden door. "The fourth door," I whispered.
A strange shine caught my eye. An old mirror glistened directly next to the doorway. It was my reflection that made me hiss.
A spider vein had formed on my neck, and my wrist harbored the same problem. The [c] lipstick I applied earlier had smeared due to the sweat.
The veins look hideous to me. I don't know why they suddenly appeared on my skin. A few tears threatened to fall, but I held them back. 'He did this to you,' sharply rippled through the ocean.
I placed the palm of my hand on my left cheek and dragged it to the right, smearing the messy color off my lips. The vivid color had fainted—some still left on my chin.
As I gripped the handle, a flood of harmonic keys began to play from inside of the room; a sweet melody muffled from behind the wood.
I was caught off guard, but proceeded to quickly push through the door rather than slowly.
♫ she spins, and spins, and spins, until her prey is dead ✴︎
His eyes sealed closed as his fingers danced on the keys. The headwear he never failed to equip laid nowhere.
Tonight his hair was messy. His hair's color was always something I never quite figured out. It was light brown with hints of copper.
The corners of his mouth curled upward. The mole on his chin twitched when he smiled, something I've always noticed.
The melody stopped abruptly, "are they new," was all he said.
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Little Butterfly | Laito x Reader
Fanfiction"What have I become" said the butterfly. "You are someone else" said the spider.
