Morbid chapter time! 8D Because I'm a morbid person.
Still no new reviews, but I did get a favorite. I thank you for that favorite, but could you please review my story? It hurts my poor shriveled non-heart.
--- --- --- Black Coats
You know why we have black coats? It's so that blood stains don't show.
Black hides all the other colors; it muffles white, absorbs red, and smothers all other colors with its shadows and folds.
I don't like using my Oathkeeper keyblade.
The pure whiteness of it is a reminder of what that boy was and what I wasn't. I can hear blood dripping from the edges, but I can't look at it. Looking at it reminds me of what was.
I can't even look at myself. When I do all I see is him.
The second week I would spend hours in front of the single mirror in my room. I would contort my face into a medley of different expressions. Each and every one of them was a lie.
A grin.
'This boat runs on happy faces!'
A frown.
'You're stupid! Sooner or later, they'll swallow your heart!'
There was never any real emotion in any of them.