"My eyes widened; as if a mirror was placed in front of me and I was coated in jet-black paint, The only thing missing was my face, which was now replaced with two balls of white in contrast to the black surrounding it. Sadly, none of my movements were copied. Rather a small giggle replaced that. One of its hands stretched to break the space in between us. Its hand is open as if requesting something. Could it be my hand? Had it longed for my acceptance of its terrible actions? Or did it simply want to hold someone, something to finally feel something?!" ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ˚♡ ⋆。 ❀ ┊ ☪︎⋆ ⊹ ┊ . ˚ ✧