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Tw: Sad!Emile, depressed!Emile, starvation, mentions of r!pe, slight self harm.
"I.. I.. I just feel horrible whenever I promise anyone that it'll be okay when I don't know that! Chances are, it probably won't be! Things most likely won't be okay! Ya know why? Because I used to tell myself that it would would be okay, and it is." He whispered into the cold air, hugging his knees as the darkness surrounded him. His throat had a lump in it as he teared up, struggling not to cry. He stared at the picture infront of him and smiled sadly, remembering when they were all happy. When they were all there. When they all listened. When.. When.. When he felt like himself.
"I don't know where I'm going anymore. I feel like I've disappeared, and a shadow has replaced me. I'm the shadow now, watching my own life play out as a story. I'm not in control, the monsters are." He mumbled, his finger nails digging into his legs. He winced but didn't stop. Emile dragged his hands up and down his body, lingering on the parts where he has been touched all those years ago. He didn't even notice he was crying until he heard the voices call him a cry baby. They made him feel the tears, and he hated it. He wanted to be happy again, without crying about ten times a day.
"I hate crying. It hurts more than anything, because it proves I'm weak. It proves that I'm pathetic. I hate that!" He complained, his voice getting higher and more shrill nearer to the end. He let out another choked sob, curling up on his side as he covered his mouth in an attempt to muffle the cries and whines that slipped his lips. He whimpered, closing his eyes and letting the hunger take over, taking his life as he said his last words,
"I..I'm sorry.."
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