Corrupt Love || Luca x Andrew

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It truly weighed on me a little...

My last 'conversation', if you could even call it such. Of course, I was well used to being pushed away, but it still hurt with each tug on my heart. Truly never left my side after being abandoned all those years by someone he truly cared for. But that was gone now. No needn't to cry about it.

I couldn't help but ponder why everyone seemed to be in such a bad mood. Something I was utterly clueless to at the time. I had gotten myself into a much greater predicament than I had bargained for.

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It wasn't until my first match upon when I came to terms with my incarceration.

Death game...

Death game..

Death Game.

It was all too hard to process.

I came here hoping for a better tomorrow but instead...

Death game...

Death...

I needed a breath, I ran from the pre-match room all the way to my room. Slamming myself onto the soft bed.

Death...

I had experienced death around me throughout my life. I didn't like the concept at all, not that I think anyone would.

No minute...You're here and the next— Gone. Like that. Without life. Nothing but an empty soul resting in a lifeless being.

Terrifying.

I wept.

Cried for the first time in what felt like forever.

In that moment I didn't care about anything else. About the manor, not about my team, not about home. Nothing.

A strange feeling passed me, not scared, lonely, nervous.

Emptiness.

I had nothing left to go back to, nothing but waiting for death at any second.

I had already been given directions as to what goes on during the death game...It— It terrifies me. Having to leave with fear of knowing you could have left someone alone to meet their fate.

Knowing that you could be the cause of someone's death.

That was an all too familiar feeling for myself, something I never wanted to revisit. Ever.

Yet—There is nothing I can do about it.

I'm stuck.

And alone.

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     I had reassured myself. Convinced that I would make it out alive. That I wouldn't let any of my team nor myself die during my first match. That everything would be okay and no one would be hurt.

     Telling myself those almost utterly impossible words was reassuring somehow. Even though I knew the chances of such were slim to none.

    Although here I was again, placed at the same dreadful table as before. Preparing for what would be my first match at the manor.

   And what could possibly be my last.