He is a stranger.
An absolute shadow, an abomination that will never be saved.
His corpse can rot for all she cares. She wishes he were dead. She wishes his life had never come to existence. She wishes. . . so. . . many. . . things. . .
And none are true.
He will never evade her thoughts; he is like a demon, constantly swarming around her even after life. His body has gone cold, yet she still remembers everything.
Familiarity. She always thought it was a gift, to remember her family and all they had done for her.
He is not her family.
He is nobody.
A stranger.
An absolute stranger.
