Tch...no.Mature

Then lie here in your bitterness and think through what fate you have chosen for yourself.

 

Be it upon your head the mistake you have committed.

Your breathing abruptly hitches, and you choke on a cough, something tightening impossibly around your throat. The light begins to fade, and with it, the figure doused in the brightness. Your vision is overcome by darkness.

The End

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