Setting her cup down gently, she regarded him with a small, enigmatic smile.
⠀"I am Zhongli, a humble consultant of Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. And who might you be?"
the moment you hold me — i missed you, i'm 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮! i've given what i have, i showed you i'm growing; the a͟s͟h͟e͟s fall slowly as your voice consoles me...
I just want to disappear. I want to leave no memories or imprints on anyone or anything. I want to cease to exist, become the nothing I've always felt like.
blood on your hands, they say. as though it stops there; at your wrist, like a glove. as though you could do this, and there could be any part of you that wasn't stained or dripping.