Sincerity Amidst Darkness

Sincerity Amidst Darkness

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WpMetadataReadTerminé sam., nov. 12, 202223 m
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Black Butler
It's 1889. The cruel fate ripped her mercilessly, scattered all the hopes and defiled her pure soul. All her very most precious things were snatched away. And even if she lives her life, so broken inside. Her rotting soul is nevermore to be pure anymore. The heartbreaking fate burned her, right underneath her soul - making her almost suffocate beneath the pain and grief. Despite all the pains she felt, on the verge of her life she felt the warmth inside her almost numb heart. How could it be? Written by Novi Widy Astuti [202122102] Creative Writing - A
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'His touches were petals falling to snow; ashes amongst a pile of bones that brought life to them again. He was so gentle with me, as if he feared breaking my skin if he only pushed a little harder against it. I knew that he would one day have my soul... a soul he found so pure and enchanting. He once called me exquisite. For what am I without a soul to animate me? His eyes seemed to glow in the dimness of the washroom. His gaze pricked at me; a rushing flame that would never extinguish. These limbs would not move without a force to occupy their senses, and these eyes would never close until they were sucked dry from their tears, and my essence had far ascended into that glowing that was infinite. He was infinite. And I was not.' | As told by Ciel Phantomhive |

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