Hot tears flowed down my cheeks. Look, what a fragile little princess. Arrogance was just an phantasm under layers of protection. When I encountered a life-and-death situation, I could only cry shamelessly.
The electricity of the mark was getting weaker and weaker. I could sense the bloodless temperature of the sap steadily seeping into the smooth protecting film.
Maybe I’d die in much less than a minute.
What would appear to the humans I leave at the back of if I couldn’t escape?
My father would sigh in silence, and my mother would cry to death.
Dorothy would live in the shadow of her true friend’s demise for the relaxation of her life.
Aldrich, my lover, I couldn’t think about his purple eyes at my funeral.
And Mara and Avril, I couldn’t be their bridesmaid anymore.
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