#bellarisimo

His gaze flickered, distorting the picture that surrounded him, though the little demons were too late. It had worked its tricky wiles but not before he had seen where it had brought him, this devious little voice has done something he had wished it never to do. Promises and wishes strewn about, like ash gathered upon his fate. He didn’t regret it, even as his mind tried to persuade him to do so. It wanted to lock him up in a little cage of his own doing just to add another thing to the long list that tormented him endlessly. He fought. This was what he did best, fought until the blood ran from his fingertips and the life left his heart. One day it would be permanent. The thought that the figure was real never crossed his mind, it was just a manifestation and he had to fight it. His hands came up around its throat, squeezing slowly yet firmly, his voice hissing out.  “Breathing is merely a luxury.” He blinked and shook his head, shifting the dark hair that had fallen into his eyes. “You have taught me this, you torment me until I can not breath.” 

why hello to you, too.