THE FOOTNOTES OF A GHOST

THE FOOTNOTES OF A GHOST

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*"Some wounds don't bleed. They fester in silence, tucked beneath a smile, buried in the marrow of your bones. You don't feel them until you're hollow, until the echoes of what was scrape against your ribs like rusted nails. I used to think heartbreak was loud-shattering glass, slammed doors, screaming into the void. But real heartbreak? It's quiet. It's the weight in your chest at 3 a.m., the way your own name starts to feel foreign, the way mirrors stop reflecting someone you recognize. He was here. Then he wasn't. And somehow, the absence of him is heavier than his presence ever was. I am not healing. I am dissolving."* ---
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Revenge, was bittersweet to me, the sound itself made me thirst and crave for blood, like never before. He buried me alive and daggered me. Unearthed, from the underground, I breathed life and air once again. I am looking for my brother and to find my family, that which he took from me. If any gets in my way, I shall kill them without a moments hesitantion. It happened so fast. The night, the accident. All I remember is the crash and him feeding on one of my friends. I saw him, and he saw me. I couldn't move, I couldn't get out. I thought, we all were dead. At least, we should have been, with a crash like that.

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