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Death has never been sweeter
A flicker of relief turned to horror as the moment passed.
I saw the shiver of your limbs and the mist in your eyes. Your hands dripping crimson as you reach for the falling corpse of a young boy.
Those hands are forever stained with red. It sticks to you still, doesn't it? But you cannot let you fingers tremble, love. Can't let your words stutter.
They asked and you couldn't deceive anymore, for you were young.
But those eyes were never vengeful, those hands never knew rage.
But what about this pool of blood lying in front of you, love? This bleeding skull, and this contorted face?
Run away..
Something... someone awaits you.
Keep the lyre close to your panting chest. Your mother will forget it ever existed.
I'll play the notes if you begin to miss her. I'll make us a shelter and tame the fears you bring with you.
