[Short Story] The Reason for Life.

Trampling on the reason for living.

Do you think you can trample on the reason for my life?

But, it was already trampled on so badly.

Without my permission.

So I feel like shit.

Did you like it when I brought that silvery object to your wrist?

Was it good to scratch like that?

I still don't understand why he laughed so hard while his blood was dripping down.

Did you hate it too?

Was life difficult?

Yeah, I'll drop you off when you get back.

So come back.

Usually, you just glance at me once.

I left a letter on the bed and read it to you once.

If you really didn't like it, you could have at least told me.

Shit. Why are you dying?

Why are you leaving me alone?

Bastard.

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To my eternal prince who died suddenly because my stalking antics were so horrible, a lowly subject.