"A child who lost everything sits on the doorstep of a house that is no longer there."
Senbu sobs to himself in an empty lot of land, still charred from a fire he set years ago. His family used to live here, and he'd never hurt them, but he was a child, he couldn't help it.
He loved, and still loves fire.
He's not very stable either.
He's been an orphan for years now.
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A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops
De Todoyeah so daily writing prompts or exercises because why the fuck not join me if you want because i found some interesting ones mine are all gonna be some Lencesty shit it gonn be gr8 i tend to write these on Archive at 1 or 2 am it's kind of a proble...
