Tomorrow. That’s it. I’m ready now. Whatever happens will happen. Nothing will be the same. You tried to hold me back. But what future was there, but this? Pop was the sound of a soul fleeing. The blood was a violent stain on his shirt. That fleeing soul took the weight from my heavy heart. I was still, but you couldn’t handle what I had just done. You turned, ready to retch, but I was settled like a god. What is already black cannot be stained: I’m as sinless as you are. But you cannot help to disagree, I love that about you, my darling foil. Play your part and I’ll play mine, what else is there to this cold world?
It's pretty dark, not my usual thing, but it's pretty cool. I had Code Geass on the brain (?? take that as you wish) funny enough. But yeah.

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