Hunter Doujin—Ghost_Butterfly

nothingness 8

"Sister...Sister?" The voice was approaching and far away, carrying a very comfortable immaturity, as if one could imagine the appearance of the owner of the voice, sweet dimples, and a deep smile.

"Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." The sound of rolling objects has a unique sound on the street with people coming and going. It is not loud, but it is not instantly covered by the noise of the crowd, which is a bit weird.

Suddenly regaining consciousness, the sight of the single eye re-condensed the focus, and what the lowered sight saw was fresh apples rolling down on the ground with a little light yellow, and the smooth skin was no longer smooth due to a little dust accumulated on the ground , with a slight dimness.

Pulling his gaze upwards, what he sees through the black thick-rimmed glasses with thick glass lenses is too bright silver... Dazzling... Dazzling... Dazzling...

With a sluggish and slightly dull expression, long jet-black hair slipped down his narrow shoulders in time, and a little pain from his knees was conveyed to the brain through the slender nerves, reflecting the message that he had been injured. The slightly flowing gas was rendered with a rusty smell, and then... raised his eyes.

"Fang...Luo?" He opened and closed his lips uncertainly, and spoke the name of the person who did not exist because of the uneasy voice.

"Why does my sister know my name?" There was a smile on the delicate face, and he changed his voice and asked back with a little doubt.

"Because Fang Luo is an angel... very beautiful, very beautiful... an angel..." Slowly lowered his head, letting the too dazzling afterglow of the sun shine on the already too thick glass lens, reflecting the pure white piercing eyes At the same time, the light uses a tone of sadness or happiness to describe the picture that the heart wants to express.

Fang Luo is an angel, an angel belonging to shallow water.

Fang Luo is an angel, a beautiful beautiful beautiful angel.

Fang Luo is an angel, a lovely, lovely, lovely angel.

Slight but clearly audible laughter suddenly sounded, hooking up the lines of the pink lips, deepening the already deep angle, smiling dully, smiling foolishly...

"Sister is an angel~ My sister is a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel~" There was no end to the laughter, but the words in the same voice interspersed, straightened her knees, straightened her waist, and raised her head , the effect of raising it too high is that you can't see any expressions clearly from a slightly lower viewing angle.

"What's my sister's name? I'm Vonlo, Vonlo? Benz Wayans."

"Sink in shallow water, shallow water." With his head lowered, he bit his lower lip, making deep or shallow marks on his pale lips that showed a sense of morbidity. Hesitating... the soft voice told the The most fundamental name in the depths of the soul.

"Then Sister Qianshui, Fang Luo, I like you~ My sister is an angel~" Qianqian's dimples are inlaid harmoniously on the delicate and small face, very beautiful, very beautiful, like...an angel...

"...Thank you." Mechanized uttered the words that had been planned long ago. While closing his eyes, he could clearly hear the faint chasing sound coming from a distance. He bit his lower lip deeper and bent the knuckles between his fingers. , buttoning the pure white skirt attached to the hand, the excessive force caused slight wrinkles on the originally beautiful and flat fabric.

It's a dream, it's a dream...it's, a dream...

Reminding myself like this, admonishing myself like this, then I closed my eyes tightly, stretched my arms, and let my cold palms cover my eardrums to isolate my voice.

It's a dream, it's a dream...it's, a dream...

But... so true...

Slowly opened the eyes that were trying to close tightly, and the overlapping pupils reflected a picture that seemed to be frozen in a DVD...

The picture rotates, slowly, but it is playing at a slow speed without stopping...

The twirling petite body draws beautiful lines in the air with the knee-length black lace skirt due to the rotation of the body.

Silver hair, glowing with dazzling sun light, is very long, and the long hair presents a beautiful arc due to the swing of the small head.

The ribbon around the neck swayed with the wind, revealing a little of the front end from time to time, giving people a beautiful illusion.

Stretching out his hands, stretching out his fingertips, wanting to get closer, wanting to protect, wanting...wanting...wanting redemption.

A moment of liquid flying, a moment of plasma jet...

The sticky substance like melted sugar water splashed on the cheeks, and the eye sockets that opened wide suddenly were stained with bright red, bright red...color...

Flipping his wrist to wipe it off, tears poured out, as if he wanted to wash away the tarsal-like rust smell.

It's a dream, it's a dream, it's a dream!

Admonishing myself like this, warning myself like this, implying myself like this...

It's a dream, it's a dream, it's...a dream...

Blurred vision, loose focus, can't see anything clearly for a while, forget everything for a while...

Wrapped around the body, shivering while providing the temperature you want to get, hypnotized, hinting...then...crying...

Don't you hate crying?

Aren't you tired of crying?

But... can't come back...

But...that doesn't exist...

But...but...

Can not go back……

"Then Sister Qianshui, Fang Luo, I like you~ My sister is an angel~"

She spoke like this, smiled like that, raised the corners of her lips, outlined a beautiful arc, and opened and closed her pink lips, revealing deep dimples.

"Then Sister Qianshui, Fang Luo, I like you~ My sister is an angel~"

"Don't...don't...don't!!!!!!" shouted and screamed as if tearing his throat, closed his eyes tightly, let the dark overlapping eyes be covered by darkness, and curled his fingers Angle, so that the arms are tightly clamped, the body is curled up, the height is lowered, the head is drooping, and the straight black hair is slowly slid down along the narrow shoulders.

wake up...

wake up...

please...let me wake up...

Praying like this, bending your arms, bending your joints, crossing your fingers, adjusting the angle, praying, begging...

There are marks on the delicate and not pretty cheeks... Faint, but still clearly visible marks.

That's...repentance.

"Sister...Sister Qianshui...It hurts so much..." Wriggling and twitching, she murmured softly while stretching out her arms vigorously, longing while approaching the light source.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." He whispered, opening and closing his lips, the pale color showed his own morbidity.

The jet-black hair trembled, floating helplessly due to the trembling of the body, slightly, almost invisible...

"Meow~" The small voice, the soft call, brought back the sanity and at the same time, the pale skin felt the unique softness of young cats.

high temperature...

Very... hot.

With both eyes open, the blessing of the right eye...is the highest praise of a goblin, but the... of the left eye is a curse, the god of death...

"Corpse..." He raised his arms and turned them around, approaching the moment of faint warmth... Tears flowed...

"Sister...Sister Qianshui...It hurts..."

'sorry Sorry sorry……'

I'm sorry...I can't save you...Fang Luo...

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I want to finish...

to end...

to end...

Why is it still so long......