➜ " P R O M I S E " 𝐑. KUNIKUZUSHI
╰┈➤ " I made a promise
To distance myself "
Memories are a gift, a stain that allows you to glimpse at the past once the present moment is gone like the flowing wind that awaits no one. But it is only a burden to carry when no one else shares the recollection
S C A R A M O U C H E remembered everything of the past he successfully erased himself from. During what he decided were his final moments, he desperately prayed to whatever higher entity that gazed down on the world.
" Even if it's to the heavens above and back,
Even as I find my limbs teared to pieces
Wherever she is,
Allow me the undeserved mercy of seeing
her for one final time. "
And so he did.
Shackled by the unforgiving poundage of the past that stained him like a bright red stain on a white cloth, he promised to distance himself this time. He promised to never rip out the pretty flower, only to appreciate its beauty from a distance.
