Fudou stared. He didn’t know how he did it. What was wrong with him? Why did he do such a thing?
But deep down inside, the brunette knew the answer.
He was insane.
He loved the sight of blood - dripping down his victim’s body. He loved it so much, he wanted to see it again and again. He didn’t who, be it either male or female. He even once killed an elderly couple - just for the fun of watching them suffer.
He knew that all of this was so wrong. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself. Fudou had always hated this side of him. He hated himself so much, he could commit suicide.
But did he?
Of course, no.
His other side prevented him from doing so. Telling him, ‘What’s wrong with taking another life?’
And he agreed.
But it was a wrong decision.
So very, very wrong.
In front of him, lay Haruna. Lifeless.
He threw the blood-covered knife from his hands. His pulse suddenly quickened - unlike before.
Why… Why did he kill his love?
The said girl’s tracksuit was covered with her own blood. Her eyes were wide with terror - yet in the same time they looked lifeless.
Regret washed over the brunette. His want for blood had cost him his love.
Was there really any reason for him to breathe anymore?
No, he doesn’t think so.
What? I love the colour orange :P Okay okay, forgive me for writing such a thing. /shrugs/ I needed to vent okay?
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