I stopped believing in humans too long ago. I realized that times, they change, and people stay behind.
I refused to become one of those people.
I refused to let any one person, any one human being, interfere with my life. I refused to let something as trivial as "emotion", take me over.
Killers don't feel emotion.
In times of war, things change. You can slaughter men, and you'll get a medal. You can refuse to kill, and you'll be thrown in jail. Hope rides on gossamer wings. Death soars on a vulture's back.
Shadows take over every soul. People look at things differently.
Darkness becomes a way of life.
I'll never stop hating, however. I know never is forever, that an eternity is a long time to feel one specific feeling. But time has made me a "forever" kind of person. I don't let go as easily as others.
My heart…if you can call that dark pit inside me a heart…is made of quicksand. It doesn't release. Things sink in and they don't come out.
A black hole.
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A/N: It begged to be written. In case you haven't figured out who's talking, it's the Dark Ace.