CotE: DESOLATE

CotE: DESOLATE

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Last published Mon, Nov 11, 2024

angst arisu ayanokouji chiaki classroomoftheelite

"Do you like carrots..?" . . "kiyotaka,I feel very happy when I am around you." . . "you should relax your facial muscles a bit more.....i don't think you can do it, looks like it was just a sudden disfunction on my part that i smiled?" . . "let's be here together, kiyotaka." . . "kiyotaka! I don't want to be thrown away.." . . "please help me! help m-" My eyes fluttered open, my body trembling as I lay soaked in cold sweat, every muscle coiled with tension, as if I had just wrestled with the night itself. Yet strangely, my heart beat steadily, its rhythm unbroken, betraying no sign of the chaos inside me. The room was shrouded in darkness, a deep silence draping over everything like a heavy, suffocating blanket. I turned to my left, squinting at the glowing red digits of the clock-3:47 AM. The middle of the night, when shadows stretch long, and the world seems eerily still. Exhaustion pulled me back into the embrace of my bed, but sleep was no longer an option. My mind clung to the fragments of the dream, or perhaps what others would call a nightmare. Her voice-my former colleague from the White Room-echoed in my thoughts, vivid and haunting, as if her words were still fresh in the air. Every conversation we shared, every fleeting moment, every tortured scream when they dragged her away, played on a relentless loop in my memory. It was all so real, so disturbingly clear, as though I could still hear her voice bouncing off the sterile, white walls. Her screams, piercing, childlike yet laden with horror, reverberated through the room back then, and now, they echoed endlessly inside my mind. The sound of her despair was no longer contained within those walls-it had taken up residence within me, etched into my very soul. _________________________________________ Discover the tale of two souls, separated by their beliefs, yet bound by a fragile thread of fate. A thread so delicate it could unravel at any moment, yet enduring it may entwine them forever.

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