#chimamirescissors

Yes yes I understand this but you don't seem to understand that I don't really want to hear it. Sorry. I'm in a bad mood.

Sending the text, she would’ve thrown her phone if she didn’t need it. Ever since that damn near attack on her life (for the umpteenth time); Hye was followed even closer than normal today by the current guard assigned to her. Sighing; a spoon went between plush lips to eat a bit of parfait.

"B-But what do I s-- say!?"

                                  Oh he was never a morning person -- considered how he would have trouble from having a decent sleep. Not when your head is constantly working trying to get foreign voices out of your mind while still staying sane. A yawn, an umpteenth one and he walked down the street to where school might be. Running late again, and he figured the kids would be happy not having math for first period. Look at him taking a slow stroll to school while singing on one of his favorite Momsen's song. He really had no effort in life, excuse him

     —۩— Dexter was lying in a grassy field, hand over his heart. Sometimes he needed confirmation that he was still a living human with a beating heart. Sometimes he felt as though he was becoming the loophole himself -- a virus -- a curse to humanity. But it was moments like these when he could look back to his original life -- where his mother and father did not care but still existed -- where he could lay on the roof and watch the stars. Hearing the footsteps behind him, the seemingly immortal albino turned his head to look over. "Hn..."