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"It's my fault, isn't it? I'm not enough. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

…

"You can tell me the truth. I've been nothing but annoying, haven't I? You don't want me around anymore, do you? All I've done… is make you hurt. Even though I only wanted to make you as happy as you made me."

This five-year-old child——



——sees past "Hien". ]

[selfconcept]

[ Hien is quiet, but he wants to scream. He wants to scream and maybe that would do something. But screaming at a child won't do anything. He's not

He is not

screaming at a child

he will

not





Please,

   stop. ]

cw: implied suicide

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[ There's only so much a dream can sustain so long as both actors play their part. And so…

"You're always protecting me, even though I don't deserve it. So… this time, it's my turn to protect you."

His tiny hand gives Hien a soft pat, pat, pat. On his head, while on his tippytoes, then his shoulder, just to be thorough. Finally, he takes both of Hien's hands in his, lifting them to his mouth to press a small kiss against them. He smiles, even as tears gather at his waterline.

"It'll be okay. You don't have to worry anymore."

And—




That is how the world eventually falls apart.

With the news of a beloved boy's passing. With another standing before an open door, hands curled into tight fists. ■■■■■ wonders who he is. Why does he look so sad? No matter—how kind, to the very end. Hien never had to make the tough decision.

All the chances Hien was given, and he never took a single one of them.

What, were the rules only meant for Hien? You have a river to get to, boy. ]

cw: suicide, gore, vore

[selfconcept]

[ Ah

That

He

He can't

Hien completely breaks down. He can't handle this anymore. He can't take it. His already broken heart with its brittle pieces on the ground is now smashed into fine powder. It hurts. It hurts so much. It's fake, but it gets to Hien to the core of his existence. He may have lived his life being tortured both physically and mentally, but this is one of the moments it's gotten so much reaction. And it's not even meant to be torture.

The option to consume is there. It's as if it was waiting the entire time. This is his fault. It's his fault. He did this. The tears don't stop.

His right arm turns into the same substance as the monster form he sometimes takes—smoky, shadow-like, wispy.

It's surprising as to how fragile the mind can be. Despite everything, Hien Callias likes living. He would love to live forever without his ever looming future dampening on things. There are ups and downs in life. No matter how steep the dip is, he would always eventually be okay. He would get back up. Of the many times that Hien has died, suicide was very few. Even then, they weren't emotionally charged. They were simply a practical means to him in order to escape a situation.

But this?

This?

The right arm devours the owner without hesitation. He eats himself. The neck gets brutally torn first, then the head is viciously chewed upon and swallowed. The rest of the body is scarfed down as if the creature had been starved for eons.

Hien Callias is dead.

He wants to stay dead. ]