ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP

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"YOU DIDN'T NEED A WEAPON AT ALL WHEN YOU WERE BORN ONE."

Dark laughed.

The cold room echoed with his disembodied mirth, ringing out like throwing silverware at breaking dishes.

Starmine's bright blue eyes scanned the room frantically, searching for the boy he loves, where is he, where is he?

"Dark?"

A form builds up of shadows, winding itself into the general shape of a cat. The cat shadow grins, a skinny little moon stretching across its blank face.

It opens its eyes and immediately Starmine recognizes them.

They are the startlingly vibrant hue of a cup of water, in which a paintbrush had been dipped to clean it off. The pigment of,the paint swirls slowly into the pool, lime green and rich grass green in its purest form and the most sunny yellow peeking through.

Dark's eyes.

"Dark, it's me!"

The cat's eyes appear to melt, it is sobbing, grinning all the wider.

"I'm jealous," it whispers. "I'm jealous."

"Dark?"

The cat's laugh starts up again. "I'm jealous!" he announces, tears continuing down his cheeks. "I'm jealous!"

Mine shakes his head, opening his arms so that Dark might come to him.

"I'm jealous, Starmine!" Dark screeches, trembling uncontrollably. "I'm so damn jealous!"

"Dark, come here, please!"

"I'M JEALOUS!"

The words echo off every available surface, multiplying so fast that Mine bends over, hands clamped over his ears.

It reaches an agonizing cacophony, and Mine is on the verge of passing out, but then it abruptly stops.

Daring to open his eyes, Mine sees Dark's beautiful green eyes gleaming up at him from a face pale as death.

The whisper in his ear.

"I'm jealous..."