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Why,

Short Story / She had the red lips that said, "I love you," the fidgety hands that were my happiness, the bright eyes, and the small stature that looked up at me with all its might.

This world without her was a dark place, impossible to see even an inch ahead. I'd thought and resented it my entire life. When she, who had exuded a terribly alluring fragrance, turned to me with eyes that had turned crimson,

I was already destroyed before I even recognized my existence, and the image of myself in her eyes was... terribly piercing.

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I hurriedly wiped away the thick, dark red liquid. Intoxicated by the captivating scent, I'd done it in a fit of rage, so I hadn't even bothered to clean up properly. I licked the faint traces of blood that remained with my tongue. It tasted damn good. Who would say someone was born with the blood of a god?

Yeah, that's it. I looked up and saw, It shouldn't have been me.

His lingering scent should have simply been the scent of food I could eat. But why?

I stared at the clot of blood left in the sink. I was confused. I'd dismissed the emotions I'd felt as mere feelings of superiority and inferiority. I'd lived my whole life like that, killing people I cared about.

I was angry at myself for having to live like this. Deep doubt swirled within me. Why had I torn him to pieces, and with my own hands at that? Tears fell on the faint traces of blood that remained. The small waves of emotion slowly consumed me.

Ah, ah, I was so foolish that I didn't even realize I loved him. I regretted it. Holding His Broken Corpse

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I wanted to see you.