"A GUARDIAN ANGEL IN TRAINING."
Dark has an existential crisis uwu
kinda yeeted the prompt though
Dark sat in the middle of his small apartment, quiet.
He looked at his own hands, so familiar.
Those are his hands, that's what he looked like.
He found it hard to believe.
Why was he conscious?
Why was the world seen through his eyes?
Why him, specifically?
Did he have to look this way?
Did he have to sound this way?
And feel this way?
If he closed his eyes, and didn't wake up, would it all just stop?
YOU ARE READING
ANOTHER BOOK OF BS INSTEAD OF SLEEP
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