Back when we were kids
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300+ Conri

Why couldn’t things go in the direction he wanted them to go? There was a bad taste in the brute’s mouth that seemed to be impossible to get rid of. It was the taste of discomfort and a dull rage against the machine that made itself known, stronger each day now. Haku could almost be compared with a ticking bomb. He surely felt like one, and he could feel the rage groan loudly inside its prison, screaming for freedom. As always these days(or so it seemed), the male chewed his lower lip grumpily, ignoring the various cuts he had made himself by doing exact this bite-exercise. The few drops of blood that chose to bloom quickly vanished with a flash of a pink tongue in an attempt to drown the distaste. With a crash another crystal vase hit the wall and scattered into a thousand million pieces. Haku found a vague comfort in breaking things when he felt like breaking down himself. He had cleared a whole wall and gathered every breakable thing he had been able to find on the other end of the room, and broken glass and what else was piling up as he kept throwing stuff.

Just our hands clasped so tight.

He was sad, he was disappointed, he was frustrated. In order to rid himself of everything complicated and impure, he had attempted to search out the one person that somehow always had seemed uncomplicated and pure to him. The scent of Hollow’s son had been about here and there, but Haku in his obsessive and somewhat mentally confused mode had been unable to find him (probably would have if he had known patience, but he did not), and so he had obviously settled with breaking stuff. Nothing made sense, so why not look back towards where it had all begun. Two glasses hit the wall and added to the nice pile of shards.




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