black sheep

( #25. To touch the Devil is to die )


They stand out from every body else. They're the outcasts that refuse to die because time continues for everyone else while it stands still from them. They're too pale, too similar, too still to be considered 'normal' anymore, to the outside. They keep themselves to themselves, because it hurts too much to get close and attach themselves to other people.

But they try, sometimes, in vain.

Their touch is poisonous to everyone else, because humanity wastes away and withers as time flies by, while they remain the same, ever youthful as the day they died.