( to compare herself to a devil may be artistic, but it tears a thorn of anxiety through this miai's heart, still tender from his fresh sin. perhaps he shouldn't be near her, he thinks; perhaps these are the devil's murmurs, and she suggests it herself to disarm him. he should have just learnt his lesson, he should know better, and yet ... )
... Honestly ... I wonder, sometimes, if anything is real.
( he drags his fingers through his hair, clearly in a state of stress, and yet, he can't find it in himself to send her away, real or illusion. this loneliness was sin when it made you accept the devil in your bed, and to this extent he had been taught the perfect method for pulling apart your emotions, string by string, until there's nothing left for the devil to get into. and yet, somehow, when he'd needed it most, he always stumbled. )
If you're real, I'd think you might be a miracle of God ... but He hasn't been very pleased with me lately, so...
( ... )
... But we don't have to talk about that. ( he draws up his knees, wrapping his arms around them. he seems to be a little cold. even so ... he manages to smile, faintly. ) I've wanted to see you, too. I wish I'd have a chance to visit. I wish I could talk to you more too, like when we were kids.
( somehow, once a week felt like an eternity now, compared to never seeing each other ever ... compared to forgetting slowly the names and faces of all the people you used to know )
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... Honestly ... I wonder, sometimes, if anything is real.
( he drags his fingers through his hair, clearly in a state of stress, and yet, he can't find it in himself to send her away, real or illusion. this loneliness was sin when it made you accept the devil in your bed, and to this extent he had been taught the perfect method for pulling apart your emotions, string by string, until there's nothing left for the devil to get into. and yet, somehow, when he'd needed it most, he always stumbled. )
If you're real, I'd think you might be a miracle of God ... but He hasn't been very pleased with me lately, so...
( ... )
... But we don't have to talk about that. ( he draws up his knees, wrapping his arms around them. he seems to be a little cold. even so ... he manages to smile, faintly. ) I've wanted to see you, too. I wish I'd have a chance to visit. I wish I could talk to you more too, like when we were kids.
( somehow, once a week felt like an eternity now, compared to never seeing each other ever ... compared to forgetting slowly the names and faces of all the people you used to know )