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❝𝙞 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙.❞
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖♥︎
₊ ⊹ [Name]'s vision cleared instantly after she heard Damien utter those words.
"that's Ike Broflovski."
she ran away pathetically after that sentence was voiced out, worst of all, she didn't feel an ounce of guilt.
she felt the vast emptiness eat more at her heart, and she could do nothing as she felt the sentiment, it overwhelmed her with indescribable heaviness.
water droplets hit the ground rhythmically, creating noise in the fill up the dull silence. she could only gaze as it cascaded down her naked body.
crimson red seemed to stain all over, from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, no matter how much she scrubbed, she couldn't get rid of it.
it was slowly driving her mind insane, looking at nothing but red, the color she despises the most.
despises. yeah, as much as she tried to convince herself that she despises it, she can't bring herself to. her heart can't beat in distaste for the said color, the tedious beating of her heart remained the same, as she drowned in apathy.
