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   oh how joy runs through the demoness’s veins at this time as she jumps down from her perch, her hands coming to rest to her sides. 

    please do forgive me if it’s too much for you, 

   her hands come up and fingers twitch and glide over the darkness she oh so craves. she plucks the shadow from the wall only to mold it into a ball,  i’d normally send it to your mind by touch, but i’m scared you’ll bite really it was unnecessary to say such a thing, but she did. her hands come together quickly, letting a loud smack echo through the building. 

   once pale and small hands move back, there lies a small book, one that holds the fears of the one it’s connected to,  here you go. your own little nightmare.  

   she hands it over, quickly removing her hands so she won’t learn about them in such an unnatural way.

♚ —— ❛ IT WON’T be anything I don’t already
know, I guess. & I don’t bite. I usually prefer using knives. ❜
he mumbled idly, crimson orbs widening as they followed
her movements. They were unlike anything he had ever 
seen, & if not for his staunch belief that he had his feet
firmly on the ground, he would’ve thought he was dreaming,
or for a better word, HALLUCINATING.

             The first line in the book makes him want to rip it into shreds 
             & burn the pieces. It was so accurate, it sent a jolt of pain 
             through his chest, almost as if the guilt that was resurfacing w
             anted to burn a hole though his heart. 

   “ he is dead because of me. ”

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Pallid digits clenched the front of his shirt, frame trembling.
It was hardly a consolation that that was the only line in
the book, only rewritten in multiple ways, possibly just to
torture him. Visions of the only man he had grown to care
for dying, his wife breaking down over his dead body,
Shinohara’s voice sounding too distant for comfort as he
said, “I’d be sad if you died.”, assaulted his senses. He
clutched his head, as if trying to force the sights & sounds
out, before hurling the book against the wall, hard, leaving
only the sound of him panting left to hear. 

      ❛ –— HOW… how did you do that ? 

(Source: juzoic-blog)