Beautiful table by ALAINE
It wasn’t his place to force the truth onto others. Denial could be a powerful thing, and he wouldn’t push—wasn’t interested in making a point for the world to see. He believed he had offered this girl kindness, though the emotions swivelling in her eyes weren’t of an appreciative nature. But Itachi didn’t know hate, and so it didn’t sting to see a relative glare at him with hatred in moist eyes.
A bad man, she said. It was probably true. A man’s actions made him into what he was, and the blonde had already committed several foul deeds during his short, sinful life. But he was no liar. But she didn’t want to know the truth, and he merely watched as the latte hued girl turned and ran away from his sight. He didn’t care to follow, for he had the answer he had sought. Were there more of them out there in the woods? He searched for a reason why he should care.
A bad man. Her words remained, though the voice seemed dark and foul now as it echoed through his consciousness. He turned away, only to see a flash of paired blue fade into nothing. Was he delusional as well now? Fangs bared, he turned to the southwest. There was a house in the abandoned city of Wolfville he had to find.
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