The little boy stood at the edge of the cliff. He looked down, wondering in enchantment how it feels like to fall, fall, fall. To just let the gravity lead him downwards till he loses his ability to breathe, till he crash his head against the cold, rough gravel, till his blood overflows and paints the gravel in a deep, crimson red. He took a step forward and closed his eyes, feeling the ecstasy pulse through his body as the cold wind blew past, as though rushing him to jump into the endless well in front of him. He then sighed and took a step back, and walked awa-[pause]
He took another step forward and plunged into the darkness.

A body lay broken and awkwardly twisted on the ground, some far distance down from the cliff. Many people passed by every day, but none had bothered to look down. No one saw the damnation of the once beautiful child. As the years passed by, the gravel gradually covered up the bones that was left behind, erasing even the only proof of existence that the forgotten and forsaken child once had.

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He gathered up the notes, the letters, the gifts...everything that once belonged to him. And he walked in front of the fire, outstretching his hands.

No!

Yes. He threw them in and watched as they got engulfed in the flame, burning to a crisp. Then, he turned and walked away.

This time, it's goodbye for real.

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I feel like I have a million things to say, but...I don't know what to say.


She raised up her head and looked towards the sky. The stars sparkled brightly in the faint illumination of the moonlight. Why did all these have to happen? She painfully smiled to herself, looking down at the blood staining her porcelain skin. She rubbed the blood onto her lips, her nose, her eyelids...every part that she could erase them into. Then she giggled, and soon broke into maniacal laughter.

At that very moment, a shooting star leaped through the prussian sky. She looked up, eyes widening at the shimmer. A wish...a wish! She frantically clamped her blood-filled hands together, and murmured silently. Then, she stood up, grinning to herself in merriment, as she danced and spun around in the field with quick-paced movements. Her lilac eyes shone exultantly, like a spot of white among the black of the night.

I wish...I wish...I wish that all the stars would drop from the sky!

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Since not much people actually reads my blog...This is in continuation to the dumbdumb suspense earlier. 8D


A man with shoulder length hazel brown hair stepped out of the door, with a dagger in his hands, stained with blood from the tip to the shaft. His piercing blue eyes scanned the surroundings carefully, before noticing Kery sitting at just an inch away from where his leg now was. Kery stared up at the man curiously, both petrified and fascinated at the same time. Their eyes met for the first time, as Kery was struck cold by the lack of emotions within those gorgeous midnight blue eyes. He felt a strange throb in his heart; felt a shiver ran up his body, but not because of fear. He did not know what that feeling was, but it felt majestic, like something big and wonderful was going to happen. The time seemed to momentarily stop then. But the magic was soon broken as the man looked away and walked off. However, only when the man’s shadow disappeared did Kery wake up from his state of trance. He shoke his head lightly, unsure of what just happened, but he knew somehow, that it was a new beginning, a change, a metamorphosis. Of what, he does not know. But he knew, it was definitely the start of something extraordinary. He stood up and made his way back to his house, thoughts still on the man who had intrigued him so.

He slowed down, gradually coming to a halt. Who was that man? He had felt the strange tingle running up his fingertips, his body, his brain, snatching his breath away. From the look in that boy’s eyes, he could see that he was not the only one that felt it. He looked quizzically at his sweaty palms, uncomprehending. It was the first time ever that he had felt something different, other than the lust and greed of all of the people whom he had met thus far. Something bigger and stronger. Like a petite little kitten struggling to get out of its cage, to break free, to be wild and unrestricted. It was a weird feeling, but it felt strangely wonderful. After a long while of standing in the middle of the cold streets, he suddenly snapped out of his thoughts. What does it matter, whoever that guy was? He is none of my concerns, and never will be. He looked down at the filthy blade on his palms and reaffirmed that, then walked on, into the depths of the night.

=A= I sark.

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I like pie.
...wait, that's not my point.
I like rereading my posts for some weird reason. Lol.

The night brewed on and on. The cold wind blew eeriely in the empty, abandoned street. Fallen leaves flew across the darkness, making soft, tiny little swishing sounds as it brushed through the air. The whole street was isolated, absent of any form of living being. (I feel lazy to continue.)

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She’d forgotten. No, she never did. But yet, she never showed. The nights that went on sleeplessly. The time she would spend staring at the empty space, hours and hours, days and days. Yet, the mornings she would pretend to wake up and act like everything’s just okay. The plastic smile on her face throughout the days. No one knows, no one ever knew. The agony that throws her off-balance, throws her crumbling into a heap on the floor every single day, again and again, till she gasps and cry out for breath, for someone to rescue her, to unchain her from this mess that she had own self created. The deep red marks that she had done unto herself, scratching and scratching, till the skin falls off and blood oozes out slowly, gradually, till it dries up. But she’ll scratch again. And again, continuously, unceasingly, till she crumple and collapse from exhaustion. But tomorrow, she’ll scratch again.

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Kery stepped out of the intricatedly carved wooden door, out of the glaring shine of the black chandelier, and into the comforting shimmer of the moonlight. He sighed heavily, relief flooding over him as he managed to escape from the confines of the formal dinner with his wife-to-be whom he had no say in choosing at all. He looked up at the specks of silver lingering around in the vast, endless sky, and unconciously reached out an arm towards them. He wished to be like them, the wandering stars, to be beautiful, wild and free. He knew, however, that that was unobtainable, that he will be constricted by his family name, by his own parents, till the very day he breathes his last breath. He began to run. Faster and faster. The cold wind blowing against his skin was like ecstacy. He drowned himself in the pleasure, in that temporary sense of freedom. Every single thing seemed to light up then. Every single detail became crystal clear. The birds chirping joyfully in the trees seemed to be singing for him, the swish of the trees welcoming him. He felt like he was at the top of the world, the king, the almighty overlord that people feared and respected at the same time. However, the reverie didn't last; it never did. A drop of rain fell right on the tip of his nose, awakening him. Soon, the rain started pouring. He ran past the trees, across the field, towards the abandoned building some kilometres away for shelter. He tried to shake off the water in his clothes, squeeze them dry, but to no avail. He sat down on the hard concrete beside the rusty metal door as he hugged his shivering body in an attempt to get rid of the cold . He squirmed around uncomfortably, unable to find a spot where the ground was not rocky and uneven.

Then, the door opened.

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The blood splattered across the room like a fountain spraying in a park, so alluring and enticing. He took a step forward into the disgusting mess that the sticky crimson had created, and took a closer look at his own masterpiece. The hollow holes that once held eyes stared bleakly into the stale air. A cheek was tore off till the bones were visible, and the other showcased gashes, deep, red and sleek. He smiled to himself in satisfaction and stepped back, turning to depart, not even bothering to destroy any evidence.

After all, he was indestructible.

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Her intense eyes. Her worried glances. Her affirming smile.
You watched as they stared deeply into each other's eyes.
You tried to look away, tried to run away.
But you stood rooted to the ground, staring at the petite figure amongst the crowd.
Hoping, praying that she will turn around and spot you in this mess, to smile at you, to praise you of a good job done.
However, her endearing looks maintained on him, never once leaving his gaze.
You felt a tug at the core of your heart, felt a deep gash opening right at the center.
You dropped your eyes and clenched your fists.
She never stayed. Never belonged to you.

With these million words left unsaid.
You watched her walking away with that grin on her face.
Not turning even once to look back at you.
You know you've lost her again this time.
Your heart was ripped open right from the inside.
"Even without you, I could live on pretty well...
Isn't that what I've done all these time before you came into my life?
Even without you..."
You deceived yourself as you buried the pain away.

I feel so heartbroken-ed watching my shuai ge in the show ;A;

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The rusty smell of dried blood rushed into his nostrils as he entered the room. Light flushed onto the room as he turned his head and pushed the switch on the wall, trying to stop his hand from trembling. He took a deep breathe in, choking as he inhaled the stomach-wrenching smell in the process. He prepared himself for whatever he was about to see, remembering to not let it affect his clarity of thoughts.

Pang.

The grotesque image hit him hard and squeezed his breathe out. A woman's body lay on the floor, limbs twisted in ways unthinkable. Her pale blue eyes were devoid of any life in them, as they stared in horror into blank air. Her mouth was stretched out widely, as though she was screaming till the moment her breath left her. Blood surrounded her body; gushes evident throughout her flawless, white skin. It would be a perfect cover for some gothic magazine, except for the fact that the whole image wasn't just a set-up; it was very true in every way. He immediately turned his face around, facing away from the corpse after taking in the details of her death. His face turned a sickish green as he struggled with the puke attempting to flow up his oesophagus and out of his mouth. He rushed out of the room towards a window and took in the fresh air, trying to calm his body down.

This is going to be a very tough case...one where I would never wish I'd have to crack.

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Thunder echoed through the neighborhood as the rain poured down and flooded the area. Rolo stood with his head hung downwards, staring at the hard cement providing shelter to the soil beneath it, as the water enclosed him, leaving him soaked in the downpour. His hair drooped down as the hairspray slowly dripped away; his eyes covered by his soft brown fringe that reached his nose. There was no sign of a smile on his pale, flawless skin. Water dropped down the edges of his dark blue knitted cardigen and black bondage jeans, as they gradually got heavier in the rain.

Am I that umimportant? Am I so insignificant...?

The rain did not spare the dripping wet boy standing out in the field. It went on and on till it had its fill, and finally, it stopped altogether. Rolo looked up into the sky as the clouds slowly seperated from one another, displaying the picturesque scenery on its surface once again. He gazed longingly into the vast, blue space, wondering how it would be like to be able to fly freely, unrestricted by anything. He knew deep down that that was impossible for him. The blood of the many people he had assassinated had stained his hands so deeply that it could never be cleaned off. He smiled painfully to himself as he looked away from the sky and walked away, returning to the solitude that he had came from, the only place that he could belong; his place among the ashes.

Still, would you leave with me, to a place where we don't have to hide from anyone or anything?

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