L

ok, swirling, tangling, forming a loop around me. As

urst out like fireworks. I've never s

But most are black. None are white. Some

hatred. They can lie straight in their faces, in the

. I don't like people in the first place. Seeing

of my lungs, at the tip of my tongue. But none can be reflected in my face. In my eyes. I'm like a statue. Once carved,

ty space. I sometimes can't proce

disparity in the surroundings, can create ripples of hallucinations, giving birth to apprehensive thou

ketches of Kenneth are but can't. He's in there. He's trapped in there. His w

.. stop playing with my sani

ch w

st. I'm staring eye to eye to someone who looks like a human, bright red eyes, black charcoaled long hair, tight thin lips. White chalked f

d. Scaredy little cat.

ay something. I don't know what to respond. He called me a cat.

r expression

robe, anywhere from his eyes. Pure bright red, like blood, with gold and silver cursive shapes and designs

nt a robe lik

een of amuse and joking but his eyes weren't wearing the slightes

his. It was originally the 'Book Of Strings', I just played with the cover and pages to

liar. Not the same sketchbook I used to hug to appease my loneliness. Not the same sketchbook I use to pour out

recogni

eyes cackled in delight. Like it

Chordis' if you

s eyes down, the

ord

kind of lonely you know. I keep talking, you keep staring. I

red threads spinning ar

mpatient. I know you want her to be your new

r. In this case, the strings. Weird thing is, they listened

of my mind, weren't

announce something vital and important and so - drastically magnanimous th

take out a necklace. A silver necklace with a pocket watch, the color is strangely red and white

otice him hanging the necklace to my neck. My consciousness wasn't pulle

a foreign object in my neck. Alive and clocking time. I quickly

He clench his hand around the

e it wants you. L

und it back, clocking and tic

intended to him. But my voice is barely

od up and outstretched his hand on

ntention of answering my question so I

nection that bounds people to each other. Dictating fate, making fated encounte

shake m

nd her Grand Aunt. I'm not alone. Every

ad and raised his

ght you're too gloomy to handle the world I'm abou

nks a

?] He reached out to touch o

on's deepest darkest secrets, their hidden emotions they don't even know exist.

torso and supported me up. Their thin lines don't hurt. They touch my skin but

have that power but I guess Chordis favored you so

Speaking of names, he never mentio

'm not interested. I have no use

ur months of kneeling. The sketchbook is dangling

n your Aunt though. You can inflict pain as much as she i