"Tsuki….." Someone


    whispers in my ear.


    "no…." They whisper,


    their voice sounds


    honeyed.


    With my blurry vision,


    I can see someone


    hovering over me,


    having red hair. Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.


    "We are the same."


    "I don''t believe


    you." I mutter,


    getting a faint


    flash back.


    There''s been


    an incident.


    At a school, a


    girl with long


    strands of


    crimson


    f


    E


    l


    L


    to her death.


    She was overwhelmed


    by dread and dark


    thoughts.


    All because of……….


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