There was something that I was supposed to do, and, clearly, I didn't do it. He wouldn't be looking at me as though I weren't me, and, instead, some false slice of shit, if I hadn't fucked up something really important.
Really, really…
"We're best friends, stupid!" He tossed that harmoniously, platinum hair that never seems to stop shining, even after Sora rubbed dirt in it.
Sure, I guess there's maybe something a little different in this cold, outer apathy I've merrily showered you in, but you've never cared before.
"You can quit any time now." The littlest boy is trying to claw the other's great, aquamarine eyes from their blank sockets. He's mad and he's plain and that boy won't ever fight him back when he should just knock him dead.
I thought you'd understand.
"You're completely worthless!" Something is glittering in the fleshy corners of his irises.
It was the reaction he had been wanting for years. Through the incessant hair pulling and shoulder poking, all he wanted to see was that boy cry. Sometimes he wasn't even angry; he just wanted to see how far and how long he could go until he broke. Snapped into nice bits of toy-trophy that would finally have one less thing to be so coy about.
This isn't right. You're supposed to cry. I thought I ruined you, but obviously you've being stewing in something worse than my own self-hate because you're on top of me, pummeling me flat, holding my throat, choking yellow, fruity substance into my mouth, and slowly, slowly, lowering something through me.
Through us.
"G'night, dummy," He hadn't actually meant to give me a sliver.
i'll give candy to anyone who can guess what just went on.
i hardly know myself.
inspired by 'the fray' and frizzy-shower-hair head banging.
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