Re-upload Creatures Like us
The relationship between us, really, is complicated. For one, I, Vanitas Rue, had seen better days. At the ripe age of twenty three, still kicking ass in the frontline, still hungover on an ex. I had seen better days.
To most of you starters, Welcome. I've been planning, starting and writing out so many things that I can barely understand anymore. Every story, every case, every. Little. Detail. each one, like soldiers waiting to die, lined up before and after, one by one...
I feel like I had lost my mind.
My key to personal success? Gone. My job? Still there. The only thing I can do is wait, watch, listen and pray. Pray that one day, she'll come home safe and sound again. Pray that the world isn't going to fall to pieces, between me, my force, and the drugged cartels running the Underground. Pray, for the love of god, pray...that I find her. her face, her skin, her scent still stuck so close to my mind, so far from my reach, that it wasn't funny anymore. Shaking, sweating, cursing profusely, I know I have lost myself.
I had seen better days.
For those days, I can barely remember, but what I remember, and why, exactly I do, is no longer the question.
I had seen better days, and I am not getting better.