because i’m cold to you? because i look forward to your death? these are not reflections of my shadow. it’s pretty that you presume to know me after a few false exchanges.
[ his pulse flutters rapidly, tension coiled tight in the pit of his stomach. something isn’t right. ]
you misheard. tell me why i would be suffering from your same illness over my brother’s murderer? these flowers are nothing more than familial, for my dear uncle whom i love and miss daily. i can tell you want badly for company in your misery, though.
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[ his pulse flutters rapidly, tension coiled tight in the pit of his stomach. something isn’t right. ]
you misheard. tell me why i would be suffering from your same illness over my brother’s murderer? these flowers are nothing more than familial, for my dear uncle whom i love and miss daily. i can tell you want badly for company in your misery, though.