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⋆｡ ‧˚That gut-wrenching stench of blood was a relief to sense, but the silence and unforgettable confirmation that, that feeling of... fear i was trying so hard to downplay and hide, was indeed true and forever forged in to my memory ˚‧｡ ⋆
!!SEASON 2 END MENTIONED!!
She's been gone for what feels like centuries—though in reality, it's only been a few pitiful weeks. Her heart is grotesquely oversized, a deformity that compels her to perform acts of reckless altruism. I would normally dissect her behavior with the scalpels of mockery and disdain, but she deprived me of that pleasure. She saved me. She sacrificed herself. She wrestled her nightmares into submission, and for what? Me. Hardly believable, tragically predictable. Entirely Enid.
I once promised her that if she ever surrendered to the permanent curse of the wolf, I would find her. So now I am. Destination: Canada. My summer could have been well-spent—refining my vivisection technique, digging fresh graves to see how well the bodies decompose under different soils. But instead, here I sit, rattling along in a sidecar with Uncle Fester, all in pursuit of one infuriatingly loyal canine.
She had a thousand other choices, but of course she selected the most idiotic: running away. Too cheerful, too saccharine, too radiantly kind to rot in solitude. That kind of fate should belong to me—loneliness, isolation, silence echoing against stone walls. A paradise. But she? She rejects it. She flees from it.
Damn it—her escape.
Damn it—her transformation.
Damn it—her naïve insistence on protecting me.
Damn it—her becoming my roommate.
I should be sharpening my disdain, not indulging in concern. And yet here I am, worried, distracted, writing down clues like a pathetic lovesick detective. It's weak. It's unbecoming. It's... embarrassing. And all of it is her fault. She has infected me with sentimentality, like a disease of the soul.
Damn it... her. Every reckless, radiant fragment of her.