humans are fickle creatures, swayed by the tides, foolishly leaping from crumbling buildings and pursuing the shadows of murderers. they were manipulated and manipulating, and she was a part of the first option. her passion can only last so long until reality kicks her in the gut. she discovered this gradually, allowing the anguish to wash away each day until it was staring directly into her [e/c] eyes- it dawned on her that her world was non-existent, a dreamland she could never enter. that was the world [name] had lived in; a world full of bloodied rivers with a thin thread strung tightly around her neck, wings clipped and behind the walls of her little world where she prayed for death to come closer every day. and once it did, instead of passing on, she is reborn. ( the uncanny counter x reader )
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