Porcelain Face | HIATUS |

I felt happiness when I was with them. I lost all hope when I left.

I relied on my cold, sinful, and emotionless heart for support. I had no one else to turn to but the one I didn't trust the most: myself. I told myself it was better to be feared than hated. So I listened.

The more that quote rung into my mind, I began to be more heartless. More... crazy.

That harpoon struck into one of my greatest inventions snapped me back into reality. Oh, the cold, harsh reality I that strived to run away from.

I betrayed my friends. I murdered a man. I destroyed a house filled with memories. All because I wanted to be feared.

The amount of pain I felt physically as I fell to the ground didn't amount to the pain that scarred me from the inside. The physical pain felt so numb. All I could feel was that feeling of pain that I caused them. That nagging feeling that I needed to repay for my sins.

That shot to the giant robot restarted my feelings; the feeling of pain. It hurt so much. I didn't know how to make it stop.

So I tried to do some good in the world for once. I remade my army into a force of good. I just never expected it to lead it to the three people I prayed I would never see again.

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I had to put on a porcelain face so they can go.

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Yay, there's angst in this story. And what is this? More improved writing? Sign me up! :,D

Warning, there's going to be some heavy stuff like depressive thoughts. If you're sensitive to that topic, please turn away now. Also, I do not ship the real people. Just their characters. Thank you.