ᅠᅠᅠ You are not being very geniune. All of that blind trust is nothing but a bridge made of wooden sticks. With the right push, it'll fall down eventually. ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠPoor girl.
I am the manifestation of all of his 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 thoughts. The man who tells him to kill when he pushes away. The man who tells him to hold firm when he lets go. I am the one he sees in the mirror, the one he hears at night.
In a perfect world, the ego that he swore to keep buried is nullified by the loving—— so tender family around him. Yet, let's say that one day, he loses it all. Everything he loves is gone.