I slowly knelt down in front of him and looked up into his blood and tear soaked false face. He was weakly hugging his left arm across his body and his head hung like a rag doll. He wasn't making a sound. But he was crying. I touch his remaining arm and his body flinches but he doesn't make a sound. Not a peep.
"I-Illu...?"
The rotting mass didn't acknowledge me, but he knew I was there. It was the bond. He knew who it was.
How do I ask? How can I ask?
Softly, I reached up and touched his chest.
"Illusion..p-please..."
His shoulders shook sadly and a soft pained cry let itself escape from his torn throat. He already knew exactly what I wanted.
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This is the weird shit I draw when I am veeennntttiiinnnggg OTL
Deal with my EMO
This is a excerpt from a veeery short...teeny tiny thing I wrote but..
I'm a terrible writer xD
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