Misdeed Stories

The corners of your smirk lift up towards glowering eyes in satisfaction with your progress. Your family falls to pieces at your feet, just how you pictured it to be...

And even if I had been reduced to ash, I still loved them. They were my sisters and brothers. They were my life. From them, I came to know the meaning of "Love" and "Friendship". That was why, I bestowed them my share of hope.