If only this world had shown me a little bit more mercy…

Maybe I would have stayed with you.

Things would be different and we wouldn’t be this cold. Maybe I should have stayed. But wouldn’t that be rude?

After all I’m nothing else than a traitor, the delator of your suffering, the knight of your loot and the one who stole your being.

I think it wouldn’t have mattered if it were material, no...

When I used to be human, soul and flesh, I was quite intrepid.

I remember that time I ran into a dark forest seeking for my cat… but I’ve never had a cat. Or maybe those times I used to talk with my friend Lorence when I was eight… but my mom swears I never had any friends.

Okay, those memories were quite weird when I was that young, but nothing like that could caught my attention as much as th...

- Miss Ross! I need you right now.- my head quickly turned to welcome the newcomer.

Janet Harter, resident of the same building I reside in. She entered just like a wild wind, that reminds me. Is it spring already?…

Her voice took place again.

- My brother had been killed, **_he_** did it. You have to attend the judge. Please, Natalie, please.- she didn’t even take breath between words and he...

**_My dear Simon,_**__

_When I met you,_

_I couldn’t help but notice how strange those glasses looked on you,_

_how peculiar your hairstyle was,_

_and how beautiful all the chains and bracelets you used to wear looked on you._

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_When I met you,_

_I never thought you’d be interested in me—_

_much less that I’d become obsessed with the way you smiled at me._

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_When I met you,_

_time stopped,_

_a...

I’ve been feeling quite uneasy since we’ve moved in here. The house feels a little bit off. I didn’t pay attention to it at first, after all it’s better to get busy working than to overthink about things that aren’t even worth it… or at least, that’s what I thought.

There were some boxes that had to be put away in the attic because they’re not things we usually use, like photo albums, paintings ...

We have been walking for a what feels like a hour, that’s what we calculate. But honestly we don’t know it yet. The clocks are broken, the seconds last quicker than normal ones in some of them and there is more hours than I can count on the clock that is placed at the end of the hallway. I have seen it already 7 times and the sound of our steps is making me sick, I don’t have any idea where the ex...