stripped of his hope, beaten down to his limits. Mark had lost it all. As some picture an ideal future, such as young foolish Mark did, they would soon know the truth; the world's residents won't allow others happiness above their own, much less help him achieve that level of happiness that would force his self destructive mind to come to a stop and let his still beating heart take control, showing him its okay to trust.
For a long time, he avoided the thought. He avoided every conclusion which ended with him perilously pressing the switch. It was like lighting a fuse, unable to stop when it gets too out of hand but even the smallest pieces of the area in which the fire sets, can be preserved. He knows that if he does it, he might not ever feel for anything ever again.
That constant element that would care for him, even as he murdered mercilessly, even when he impulsively made mistakes, even when he hurts them, didn't seem like it was coming around anytime soon. Oh how we wondered what it would feel like, would it feel redeeming? would it feel carefree? would it seem easy? would he be able to feel at all?
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this chapter but hopefully the other ones will be longer lmao :)
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Humanity
أدب الهواةMark Lee desperately searches for something constant in his life until one day, he decides that he just doesn't want to care.
