'From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.'
-Edvard Munch
LX- how it is
LXI- apologies
LXII- me to you
LXIII- illness
LXIV- just us
LXV- crime and punishment
LXVI- united
LXVII- training
LXVIII- soulmates
LXIX- in charge
LXX- neutrality
LXXI- fucked around
LXXII- kill me
LXXIII- her eyes
LXXIV- despair
LXXV- still there
LXXVI- pariah
LXXVII- accompanied
LXXVIII- breaking apart
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the game ((yandere x reader))
General Fiction(yanderes x f. reader) (complete) "Greetings, players...Welcome to the game" Nine strangers. One house. No escape. In this no environment with no idea of who to trust (Y/n) can only hope for survival as the sparks of obsession ignite around her.
