the aftermath

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Dark Choco watched in horror as the sudden realization that his father was falling from the bridge kicked in. What the hell is wrong with him? He clutched the cursed Strawberry Jam sword tightly. So tight it numbed. 

"..." He stared in silence. Was this really how it ends? Alone? Tch. Looking for power only leads you nowhere. He should've learned his lesson long ago. "No one can survive falling from this height."  he muttered under his breath, fog coming out from the cold.

He turned his back to the sight of his falling relative, snow crunching under his feet. "Was this my destiny all along...?" he mumbled, looking forward at the endless piles of snow and mountains. "The king, this entire kingdom... decimated by my own hands." 

Curse this sword. Curse his life.

Oh, don't you feel horrible, my prince? Hurting the person who loved you most, abandoning the things you love. Don't you feel remorse?

Shut up.

You were the one who chose me, Dark Choco. You must bear the consequences.

...

Let me in, my prince. Let. Me. In.


"What a waste..."

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