You and I knew each other for a long time, old man. I admired you once. Looked up to you. You were strong. I wanted to be strong when I was young. And foolish.
I don't remember when things changed. But you changed. Or maybe I was just too silly to see it. Hurting me, spilling my blood. I can deal with that. Get on with my life, even. But threatening my family. My friends. My son.. I don't like the fact that you're gone. It isn't something I wanted, no. But I find it hard to mourn for you. Not when you turned into what you were. A true Demon Gazelle.
No, I'm mourning for the ones who loved you.
oh, ikebana. there's no need
and your art is so wonderful. the white against black with the red...hmppf. <3 why don't you write more. >:c much better than my stuff fufuffu
thank you, Sarie..
..♥
Very beautifull, although