𝚑𝚘𝚠

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-JK'S POV-

At this point, I was desperate to witness your beauty once again. So desperate, that I wasn't thinking straight. I ended up agreeing to the male's confession. I ended up being anyone but yours. And I did it because I was desperate to see you, touch you, feel you. I wanted to watch the beauty I adore get stained with red teardrops. The pale doll I failed to embrace get colored with wine from it's own skin. The musical notes that bless my ears, the kindness I just want to have for myself. You became my unhealthy obsession. But what is so unhealthy is what gives me so much pleasure. I live to see you fight for your life. I live to see your frail limbs break, your delicate skin polluted with the red of your corpse, your eyes filled with the crystal raindrops I made. So forgive me this time, please forgive me. Please know that my heart is for you. And I love how my heart feels when I see yours breaking. So let me use this as a chance to see your glass-heart shatter. Let me use this as a chance to see what I loved to see the most.

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