And we step in.
Even if we did not want to.
We had to.
We all, unfortunate one's, did.
It's a game.
For him.
The kinv knows who will win.
Who he wants to win.
He will.
And if he doesn't.
Blood.
Why is there this burning sensation in my chest?
After so long, this sensation returns like before.
To burn me in it.
To leave me in my own ashes.
No one pulls me out.
"Grab my hand, dammit!"
I look at him, in the distant he stands.
And he turns his head.
Looks at me when I expected him to walk away.
To his win.
He doesn't.
Which is so... Weird.
We are enemies.
Or so I thought.
You thought.
Why doesn't he walk away?
It shouldn't be this surprising.
Don't I also deserve love?