-Yukio-
I never thought It would end like this. After years of self loathing you'd think it would have ended sooner. I had hope. That tiny red thread of hope that wrapped itself around my finger. A promise that somewhere out there is a perfect being, designed generously by god. My soulmate. A being quite literally made for me.
Someone who could read me like a book. A book I thought I memorized and yet somewhere, someone seemed to have stolen some of the pages. I want them. I miss them. I miss someone I have never even met! Someone I don't deserve to meet.
And now, here I am. About to commit the most terrible sin of all...
A strange feeling, fear is. You fear for the tiniest of things. But where I stand I feel no fear. I feel relief. A greater place lies far beneath me. Beyond the cement, behind this broken body, behind this terrible world.
I look at my hand. My shaking hand. My hand that holds the one thing keeping me sane all these years. That beautiful red string. I feel the salty liquid as it slides down my cheek, tickling my chin as it falls onto my shirt.
Life. What a cruel thing.
Just one step.
One single step.
To my soulmate, Whomever that may be, may you find someone better. Someone unbroken. Someone who can hear your voice and respond with their own. May your string lead you elsewhere. Anywhere, but to me. For when you find me...
I'll be gone
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Fated Fearless
Roman d'amourI can't hear. I've never been able to. I've never heard my mother's voice. I've never heard my own voice. I hear nothing. And yet I hear everything. The birds as they sore across the sky, singing a tune unknown to man. I tune I shall never hear, yet...
