by: Shiryu

I don’t know if I’m human, now.


Sonya says otherwise, and I love her for that and more. She’s helped keep me grounded so much I’ve lost count. I don’t doubt her love, but I’m afraid she’ll die.


That I could be her murderer scares me shitless.


Khue’s worried, though she won’t show it. I can tell, though – her laughs are strained, her sarcasm darker.


I don’t like it.


And I don’t know how the two of them still stick by me.


Maybe it’s stupid, to fear myself. But the blood that night, I won’t forget.


I can never forget.