bleakisme

I was dreaming of a Howl Jenkins for myself for a long time—a pure soul who desperately needed love. Then I grew up and tossed that utterly childish wish aside.
          	
          	I guess, in the mirror I constantly look into, I see only myself—a magician I have become, the one I once wished to have on my side, holding my hand and giving me that burning heart.
          	
          	But God, you heard me wrongly, I think… You made me become one.

bleakisme

I was dreaming of a Howl Jenkins for myself for a long time—a pure soul who desperately needed love. Then I grew up and tossed that utterly childish wish aside.
          
          I guess, in the mirror I constantly look into, I see only myself—a magician I have become, the one I once wished to have on my side, holding my hand and giving me that burning heart.
          
          But God, you heard me wrongly, I think… You made me become one.

bleakisme

“The only one who could catch me faking a laugh is my sister.”
          
          “Well, because she is your sister. Of course she have to know it well.”
          
          “No, because I don’t laugh.”

bleakisme

“But I’m just a pawn… I was made to be sacrificed. Isn’t that my fate?”
          
          “Oh, sweetheart… Do you know what happens to a pawn when it reaches the other side of the board?”
          
          “I—I don’t know. What?”
          
          “Sigh…Well, It becomes anything it wants to be. Even the most powerful piece on the board.”