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The cold blood of resentment boiled unsteadily in his veins and in his pumping heart.
He hated himself with such an unfathomable repugnance, he did his utmost to avoid his own unworthy reflection. He knew that he did not deserve the sight of blazing lighters that seemed to decorate the world above, but he could not help but admire and respect the works carved by God.
He wanted something like that warm kindled star intending no harm to others with its flames.
Like that bush in the bible, he mused to himself, amused at his comparison. He remembered the day he began reading the brown battered bible that remained hidden for a few years in his bookshelf.
He could visualize the printed words on the page from Exodus, "He looked, and, behold, the Bush burned with fire, and the Bush was not consumed."
He wanted to become something like that warm flame that would not consume the bush. He wanted to be something that would blaze brightly and would remain endlessly warm, but never lose itself. He wanted to be the warmth that would stay lit unceasingly. But alas, that thought flew straight out the window when he remembered it was him he was talking about; not a martyr.
It was a day like this where he'd sit on the tiled patio in his garden and trace the patterns of the abstract tiles, allowing himself to mull over his thoughts and memories that he would only allow himself to reminisce at the end of his errands. He would always allow himself to be consumed in his self-hatred, piercing his own soul with the words that had stuck by him throughout the years.
"He killed his own father!"
"What a monster."
"He deserves to rot in hell."
"Disgraceful imbecile."
The words were on repeat, his blood fiercely raging from the self-hatred he had manifested through his scarred wrists.
Monsterdisgracefulimbecilerot—
"My hand is cold, Shiki."
He looked up in response to the amiable voice, just like every day. And just like every day, he warily reached out for her hand only to have her seize his a second quicker.
Like always, she tightened her grasp and immediately said in a steadfast, loving voice, "As always, your warmth is so beautiful, Shiki."
And he knew it wasn't just his hand she was talking about.
I think I am in love with Shiki. First time writing something that revolves around him though haha, hope it went well :3. I just had to use that bible reference, even if it didn't really interrelate with the story.
Haha, review? I'm on a roll this week :P.
~I've Perfected Imperfection.