SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF. that was rich coming from someone like them. ky didn’t want a fight; he wanted deep down to let his more demonic part consume him. to no longer have to feel anything.  it would have been easier than this struggle,  but something always prevented him from giving in. something always managed to hold him doubt.

“i’ve chose nothing!” his voice raised quite louder than he intended as he ran a hand through his hair. “— this fight isn’t mine. it’s never been mine.” however, the truth of the matter was it was his – it always was his fight. he just didn’t see it that way. “all it is…  is pointless fighting.”

“fighting that’s tearing me apart.”

// @empyraeal xxxx

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