| Charlie | Date: Tuesday, 2012-10-02, 2:08 PM | Message # 1 |
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| He wished sometimes; that he was uglier.
He wished sometimes; that he was a Nosferatu. Then, those wild, beautiful eyes wouldn't adorn what some consider to be a handsome face. No, because then he would be as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside. Murderer. He killed a man, simply for money. Why not? Everyone's gotta die sometime right?
He stared at himself in the mirror.
Who had he become? Less then four months ago he would've gawked at the thought of hurting someone. He would've said something like.
'All life is precious' or some other ludicrous statement like that.
He wasn't weak anymore though was he. No; he wouldn't be beaten or smacked around anymore. Not him...not ever again.
He tied his wakazshi to his hip and moved out the door, pulling up his hood and moved his gaze to the mirror once more; and his face cracked into a wide grin.
Maybe...The man in the mirror wasn't so bad afterall.
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