The sea was blue, and so was the sky.
Gloves stared at both, trying not to cry.
She had vowed not to; she promised to be strong.
The waves crashed like her memories, trying to prove her wrong.
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Zevil island - Gloves took off.
Six points was needed, and she would pass.
She must pass - not for her, nor Hisoka.
For Daisuke, who rests beneath the grass.
Gloves skidded to a stop, she saw a tree.
Could she climb up?
It's all about control. She remembered Hisoka saying.
She took a deep breath, and remembered Daisuke dying.
The tree crackled and burned, as electricity flared.
Gloves didn't quit, she huffed and she glared.
"I'm telling you, control. Just find your inner peace."
Hisoka had found her - of course he had.
"So how do you do it?"
Hisoka gave a wicked grin.
"I just remember all the people I've slaughtered,
their screams give me the utmost pleasure."
Gloves hesitated.
She could remember too - their wails and cries.
Their shrieks and freights.
But it didn't give her pleasure.
Instead, it added to the pressure.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Gloves ||COMPLETED||
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