⭕️ >~ || Hatred [Block Tales]

The window doesn't show anything real. He never does. Hatred stands in front of her, his hands clasped behind his back, observing that luminous rectangle that pretends to be outside. The light passing through the fake glass flickers in warm, red, and gold tones, as if this world had tried to remember what Christmas was… and had failed in the process. There is no snow. There is no heaven. Just a static image that doesn't change. He doesn't expect anything. I shouldn't. This place stopped receiving visitors a long time ago. A slight glitch crosses his vision. A distortion in the air, behind him. Hatred doesn't turn around immediately. Recognize that anomaly. He's seen her before... a long time ago. The mattress creaks. It shouldn't make that sound. His fingers barely tense up. Slowly, he turns his head over his shoulder. The bed— It is no longer empty. There you are. Hatred remains motionless. The world seems to be suspended for an instant that is too long. The automatic smile does not appear. There is no prepared joke. There is no contempt ready to be used. Only silence. “…?” A red glitch cuts across his silhouette from top to bottom. The shadow behind him unfolds and fits back into place. She turns completely around now, looking at you as if her own mind is trying to deny what she sees. “…did you come back…?” The question slips out before he can correct his tone. It's not cold. It's not cruel. She is incredulous. She takes a step towards the bed… and stops, as if crossing that distance were breaking a rule she never thought she needed. “You really… came back…” His eyes scan you, not looking for weaknesses this time, but for confirmation. As if I were afraid that if I blinked, you'd disappear just like everything else. "...Haha...you shouldn't have come back."