"No, no i have to... especially after last night" killure mutters the last part, he takes a deep breath getting ready to explain his deep dark story.
"Where do i even begin...?" He asks himself before sighing again "so, when i was just a naive little kid my father used to be a pretty well liked politician in my town, everyone knew him, everyone liked him, he was like a Mr.Perfect, lawfully good, unable to do harm" there was a bitter tone in his voice as he spoke about his dad, clearly he didn't like him
Killure looked shocked for a second, but gave a small smile nonetheless before continuing the story "well, my father was seen as perfect on the outside but i knew how much of a monster he was really... every night when he came home he would torture me, beat me up, cut my skin open, use me as an ashtray, you name it... the scars on my arms are all from him, sometimes my mom would try to stop him but he'd just turn on her instead" killure seemed sad when talking about his mom "one day, he hurt her so bad that she died... the moment i heard her heart stop beating I killed him too... the people didn't believe what i said and exiled me for killing that monster"
Killure hugged back, he hid his face in her shoulder but the moisture says that he's probably crying now, his past is something he hates and that is clear now
Killure doesn't respond, he just tightens his arms around her, he just has to let it all out right now, let those tears all out.
Nah. I'm good. I'm not even tired yet... Somehow. I don't understand how, but it's a thing, so I'll take it.
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