@OnceTheChildOfAGroup
Games are my saving grace, art is my passion, and both benefit off my pain.
@OnceTheChildOfAGroup my phone is the only hope of seeking the light, yet they taken it away from me and left me with nothing but the darkness of the void and their expectations that will never be succeed.
a story surrounded by a man's twisted view on life. everyone took it for granted, and so he set up games to teach them that it was much more than they knew. Victims upon victims: dust, horror, lust. victims that had yet to be victims: geno, reaper, ink. cross, the main goal and desire, returning to his demented ways from the hospital. his lust for the man grew, as so did the man's lust for him. two cops remained, cross's brother long gone as a decoy for cross's death, leaving dream and nightmare alone to face the two they loved. tied up, side by side in a small room, cross on the other side with a grin. dream thought it was him all along, his betrayal hurting his soul. yet when the man stepped out, nightmare felt cold. error, the person he had fallen for, was behind all of this. dream accused him of manipulating cross, manipulating the child named blue, but neither of them cared. cross leaned down and picked up a doll, holding it gingerly in his arms. dream recognized it, the little boy from the photos on cross's work desk.
and just like that, the sun and moon twins were gone.
all that's left of this story is the authors guilt of never finishing it, of leaving behind everything they knew.
@OnceTheChildOfAGroup It's alright. No one is here to force you to complete the story.
Memories are meant to be lost.
People in your memories tend to disappear.
One of those people will be the person behind this account.
It was a matter of time.
I see that you quit, I hope that you know that you inspired many people, me included. You’ll always remain in our memories since you made your mark, a difference. Thank you, for everything you’ve done, we all thank you. Take care, wherever you go.
@OnceTheChildOfAGroup Memories are meant to be cherished, most of them anyways. And you were one of the ones I enjoyed. I loved reading your books. People fade in your mind, but never in your heart. Once you've met someone, even someone who gave you a smile on a bus when you were having a bad day, they become part of you forever. Even if one day I don't remember you, I'll always remeber the joy I had while reading your work. You do make a difference, you do leave your mark. Please, don't give up. Because you do matter. And won't fade from the people who care about you's memory ever. And never from the hearts who saw you as a friend
@OnceTheChildOfAGroup thank you for your time here. you have inspired me to do many things.