Proximity
Disclaimer: nope
Rating: T
A/N: this will be eventually lead to slight romance, but I haven't decide the pairing yet. Also, this is a prologue, excuse the confusing state.
warning: un-betaed, ooc, dark!akane
-Prose Miglia
Prologue
Darkness stalks the sorry soul who has given up on life but lacks the courage to end it, the world takes on its own hue of darker colour and each step is made heavier.
A whisper, a barely remembered voice that is better left forgotten for all the good it ever did.
Altered, doesn't even start to describe my very being. If only I knew the thing I've become, things would be easier.
Logic tells me this isn't real, that with that tranquil serene smile, sinister smirk are soon to follow. It is the same every time I encounter this dream. Or was it a dream?
I am no longer a creature that posses soul nor a creature that can felt human emotion. That is the price I pay for being like this. The darkness that eats away inside of me starting to grow, engulfing all white in pitch black. Several years have passed since the constant injection of chemical substance to reduce biological warfare risk at war and deformation of one's body into a… weapon. I wonder, when I reach the point where my soul, or what's left of it, is no longer human, what then will the god take as I die?