A dark laugh escaped my lips as I looked across the steel table at my companion. "And what makes you think me going there will even do anything?" I questioned, leaning forwards and straining against the quirk-resistant cuffs. "I know you're not the monster everyone thinks you are." . . . "Ī̶̠̬͋̀̅̽̽̕'̶̰͉̱͓̣̃m̴͓̮̪̻̒̒͝ ̶͙͈̭͖͖͎̟͊̀͝ā̷̛͕f̸̨͈̗͊́̓r̷̨̮̖͂a̷̬̼̦̖̍̀̀̑͗̀̑ͅi̸̠͈̊̾͗̿̅̚d̵̞͉̦̹̈̔ ̶̬̃t̵̻͎̭̝͊̀͠ͅĥ̵̨̯̯̈́̈́̔̂̚͝ȧ̵̢̝̝̱̹͚̅͆t̷͉̼͛̈̊̊'̸̟̟̲͆͑̉̋̒̊s̴̗͉͍͔͉͗̅̅͊̆́͘ ̴̱̻̻̂̄̃͋͆̆͘w̸̫̜̜̼͌̏́͑̓͝h̷̬͔́͐͑͠é̴͖̳͈̪̐͂͆ṙ̷̡̮͈̦̙͉e̸̛̪̜͑̀̈́͑̽̀ ̷͍͉͙̿̑̏͆̎̕y̶̡͈͉̤͊͐͋̂͑̌͝o̵̩̠̼͂ṳ̴̟̯͈̄͂̀̕͜'̵̯̯̌̐̃͂ȑ̴̡̢̢̳̦̙̍̀͐̓̚͜͝é̷͍̻͈̺̙̽̈͂̽̀ ̴͇̺̹͚̲̦̐͑͗̀̀w̵̳̱͇͒̔̃͂͘̚ȑ̷̮͕̤̘ǫ̵̖͔̣̭͙͚̿̿̾̒̍̏͘n̶̝̣̥̺̳̤͐ͅg̵͚̭̺̣̟̗̉̑͌̅̔̌.̸͖̖̍̚.̴̛̛͓̝̹̤̼͐́̈̚̕"

✾ ˗ˏˋ ❝ i've been longing for daisies to push through the floor, and i wish that plant life would grow all around me - so i won't feel dead anymore. ❞ 'ˎ˗ ↳ in which a fragile girl forces her hand for the sake of those around her, overcoming the sickening deeds of an absent mother