Y/n is you, but many feel more comfortable picturing Y/n as an OC.
EDIT: This artist is my friend and she worked really hard. For everyone commenting that it's unfair or rude, she's being portrayed as white- she isn't. She's being portrayed as Japanese. I just thought these visuals were beautiful and deserved to be seen.
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There was a time I didn't feel so hateful.
To be honest, I don't remember it much.
I think I was five. Four.
My biggest worry was not being able to read and the fact that I couldn't reach the counter when mom put the cookies out of reach.
Hm.
Mom.
I wonder if she was pretty.
I wonder if she was kind.
I think she was. Or maybe I like to imagine her that way.
Don't know. Don't remember her.
I think she loved dad.
Or maybe she and him fought a lot and were just too quiet for me to hear over the tv.
Don't know.
Don't remember him either.
Don't remember their faces...
It's funny because I remember the house. I remember how normal it was.
How normal they were.
Most of all, I remember not hating.
I remember the last night I ever didn't hate.
When I saw two bodies lying in the corner once the lights were turned back on, their eyes were open, but they didn't move. Their hands were tied, their mouths gagged. Their skin turned blue, all their blood vessels outlined in purple.
