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Infinity ∞

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Reads 51
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Parts 2
Time 5m

akimoto minami oshima sayaka takahashi yuko

Caressing my face and, you slowly placed your hand over it. I felt no heat, no temperateness but for some reason it felt warm.
You lifted my chin up. I felt your cool breathing, on my nose. I knew that this was the last time the magical moment would happen, which resulted in my soft hyperventilation.
My vision darkened as I waited for the moment to happen.





‘Maria, I love you. You are my everything.’ Ruka whispered gently into my ear.
‘Ruk-…’ I was cut off as my dearest brought serenity to me. We knew that this was the last time to prove our faithful love, so beautiful yet so melancholic.
We parted our lips.


Ruka’s fangs became directed at my nape as I felt a definite pain waver. Blood burned within me.

As the contract concluded, Ruka gently pulled me away as he smiled his last smile, filled with love.
	





That day, in my arms, Ruka vanished into mist. But, there was something I was undoubtedly sure of; there was still the warmth of love. 


Just like how Ruka had searched 150 years for me, I shall live the time forever and search our love; believing that the diminutive red flower engraved on my neck is the symbol of our love.All Rights Reserved

akimoto minami oshima sayaka takahashi yuko

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The bandages that covered his face in life have fallen away, all incinerated and hanging loosely around his neck. His face is completely destroyed. Unrecognizable. The skin covering his face is no longer there, all having melted away. His blood vessels have all burst, his nerves have fried along with the majority of his muscles. His jaw opens and closes a little bit. His eyes bore into me. They're large and round and completely accusing. His teeth are covered in bits of burnt muscle. I feel my heart thudding in my chest. He steps closer, closer. His bone gleams in the dim light. As he closes in on me, a pounding noise begins ringing through my ears. My heart beat- ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. It looked like he had been tossed into a fryer, fried alive, and he had been. By me. I did this to someone. I killed someone's team mate, someone's son. I killed someone's important person. -- Kimiko Kioku, a memory keeper. Never forgets anything, always notices, from the exact way the wind blew her hair against her face to coloring with her brother at five to the lullaby her mother would sing to her as she rocked her when she was not even a year old. She remembers. She remembers the blood, the glassy, clouded over eyes her brother had as he said his last words. She remembers the very first person she killed. She remembers how abandoned she feels, and how everything always feels like it's falling apart at the seams. (Can you say 'worst summary ever to exist'? Okay, maybe not that bad. But still pretty bad.)

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