She lives in darkness,
while he tries to give her light through love.
But she cannot give him love.
Her body becomes a tool she uses to take advantage of him.
Bringing her darkness with her, she slips the poisonous sap of the poppy into his body.
Love and hate, darkness and light, all eventually turn into hatred.
Together, they fall, carrying their memories and their love and hate.
Only at the very end does she realize:
For her, hell is a kind of salvation.
This story is dark and heart-wrenching. If that's not your thing, please move along
Um, for certain reasons, I'm planning to update once a month... (Don't hit me, sob.)
It's finally been updated. It's been a long time. When will Mo come on stage?
Very interesting. Keep writing. Come on!!