✩°₊❄️ ⊹ Itrapped

How many nights had she been crying?

Since they left, the world seemed to freeze; everything became more aggressive, more sensitive, everything felt deeper, more personal...

Was he willing? Was this the price he had to pay to return to normal...to stability?

Should I hurt him?

To his beloved "Best Friend"

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Itrapped and Chance were at the casino as usual; it was their daily routine, what they did every day, afternoon and night. Apparently, neither of them wanted to change it, although for Itrapped the lights of the place were too bright, he disliked the people, and he also hated how everyone muttered when he turned around.

He knew that chance he was surrounded by unpleasant people, although if he thought about it, he could also include himself in that amalgam of interested parties, which contradictorily hurt him, the role he had in his life hurt him.

She had been overthinking things since noticing the changes in her skin; the tips of her fingers were darkening, as were certain parts of her chest. She suspected it was the fault of "that" sword she had taken, but she had tried putting it down and going days without touching it. But she couldn't; out of temptation, she would touch it again, and consequently, the effect didn't stop at all. The good thing was that she could hide the changes in her body with gloves and elegantly covered clothing.

But...

What he couldn't hide were the changes in his personality; he had to remain calm to speak with chance, but he constantly burned with feelings of anguish and unjustified anger.

Right now I was at the casino bar, taking drink after drink, wishing the night would end quickly while I looked into the distance at Chance, as always, betting and playing with a bunch of people around him.