The soul is a very delicate thing, each one a different flavor of the persons true self. And I was convinced as I held yours — pale blue with such a soft gentle glow — that it would be the most divine and sweet. I just didn't expect the sweet taste of decay.
It was written around the time I was wrapping up Kunugigaoka Knows (my first OC-heavy fic) and I felt like I had such great success writing it that I decided to attempt another one! But alas, I failed with pain points.
I'd rather have roaches since roaches don't fly in my face and constantly land on me and threaten freshly made food. The flies aren't even that bad but they make me wish we had roaches instead.