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Irreversible pt 2Before I could enter the portal, I heard a scream. An ear-piercing scream. A scream from a voice I knew too well.
I stopped in my tracks, frightened. Don't turn around, don't turn around. Those thoughts resounded in my head endlessly. I wish I had listened, I had never wanted to see that fear-stricken face of his.
“Marcel....” Kei sobbed, staring at me. “...What's going on...? Where are you going?”
His brother followed in pursuit. Tatsuya doesn't speak English, but I could tell from the tone of his voice that he had sworn. He quickly hid his twin brother behind him. Tatsuya screamed something at me in Japanese, causing Kei to speak back at him with a soft, calming voice. But you'd have to be a fool not to hear how scared he sounded.
“I...” How would I explain this to them? But, being me, I responded the only way I knew how. With rage. “Hey! It wasn't my fault this happened! There was this prick who caused this, the same guy who smashed Kei's GP
Irreversible“Hey! Get up!” Marcel screamed at 'Oswald', who had fallen onto his knees. The sight before him was too much to bear, he... he failed them all. He had the chance to save everyone, but he wasn't fast enough.
“I....” Noise, as he was called in his homeland, whispered. He stared ahead at the hellish souls escaping from the underworld. “It's over...”
Marcel clenched his fist. “Shut up! How do we get rid of those things?! What the hell did you do?!” In his head, this was all that fucking monster's fault. He thought that thing was his friend, but it was just another bastard in this twisted world we call Earth.
“We can't... It's hopeless now....” A single tear formed in Noise's eye as he said this. He fell down on his stomach. “Hopeless....”
“Stop saying that!” He wouldn't admit it, but his words ate at his mind. It wasn't normal, something like that would normally make him furious, but all that he felt was th
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
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