to the monsters that would have you

[Laruku Tears]

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A confirmation. A request. Okay, he said softly. Please. I'm sorry, it was automatic. It was always something he had done wrong. He didn't know or couldn't remember why; dreams and thoughts fled when consciousness came, like bats in the light. Ahren was there. Somewhere he couldn't see, but he sounded alive. The voice wasn't wispy like his mother's had been and there was no fog. It was cold, but not as chilling as it had been that day. It was raining, but he was dry. Nothing felt real. Except the voice. I got you sick, didn't I, he said. Not a question. He knew. He could smell it in the space between them. Promises were all broken in the end.



Are you okay? Suddenly, it was the only thing he cared about. Nothing else mattered.

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