“Tsuki…..” Someone
whispers in my ear.
“no….” They whisper,
their voice sounds
honeyed.
With my blurry vision,
I can see someone
hovering over me,
having red hair.
“We are the same.”
“I don’t believe
you.” I mutter,
getting a faint
flash back.
There’s been
an incident.
At a school, a
girl with long
strands of
crimson
f
E
l
L
to her death.
She was overwhelmed
by dread and dark
thoughts.
All because of……….
ḧ̴̨̡͗i̵͓̓̓̿m̷̢͚̖̱̲̝̦̞̉̏͑̎̊̂͘.
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