What scares you the most? And if it really happened... how would you deal with it?
What is something you care desperately about? Something that you just couldn't live without?
โ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. || ( not accepting. )
๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. the burning glare of orange sunlight only increases the uncanny coldness of his face, making it seem strangely beautiful yet plastic, like a perfectly sculptured mask made out of white marble. & those eyes.... oh, they do not even blink as they swallow the sun, focused the other solely as he speaks, muttering in a low, empty tone, โ what scares me.... the most? โ
the little killer smiles, yet only the corners of his mouth react; the rest of his face remains eerily still. โ the realization that i will have to face my father one day.... & kill him with the very knife.... he once gave me. โ
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