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Summary: A rather eccentric and esoteric take on C.C.
A/N: Frankly I have no idea what the hell I was writing. I'll leave it up to you to interpret this abysmal rant.
Letter from you
Love, flowers, people... I suppose eternal damnation cannot be any sweeter. People despise me and shun me like they are supposed to. While I do not condemn their actions, I cannot help but think of the endless possibilities. I try to grin sheepishly and stare at others condescendingly but the feeling of regret and discomfort never ceases. I leave without another look. Humans are such interesting creatures. You change a few parameters and variables and everything falls out of place just as they expected.
The sky darkens and I turn right. I always turned when it's right even if there's nothing left. Diverting from my intended path, I strive toward the mausoleum. As I approached the aged structure, the scene suddenly felt all too familiar: the brush of grass against my naked feet, the taste of iron replacing the mint, the monotonic hymn echoing through the wood, and the crimson flag blinding the sun. I ignored the growing feeling of dread and terror and quickly walked to the front. A shabby wooden plaque adorned the grey door telling the ancient legend of the immortal witch and the wicked. I glanced at it and smirked. Years of hiatus served you well and turned you into a man of value. Thus, everything was right with the world.
I pretend to know you but perhaps I missed the purpose of your existence. I tell myself not the sweetest but the most convincing lie that would justify my interaction with you. We are just small blots in the cosmos. Nothing will ever explain this shit hole we dug ourselves into. Even though I am eternal and you are ephemeral, you are still a bigger blot. A bloody dirty blot at that. Hence, may you melt off the earth like snow off the ditch.
With the utmost sincerity and respect,
C.C.
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