".... Am I even allowed to die?"
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Ever lived a life of no control?
Dina, an intersex, with a second personality that was obsessed with a man who would rather have nothing to do with her, longed for death every passing day of her life.
Her stalkerish behavior was finally exposed, and her social life, the only thing she had going, crumbled.
Standing on the edge of the cliff, she looked up into the sky and muttered what would be her last words:
"If I stabbed you, would you bleed ink?" She chuckled.
Guess she'd never know.
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"Welcome, Geraldina, to The Bureau of Souls."
His hair fell short to his neck. His eyes, a mysticism of allure. The entirety of him was to spite every beauty as less than. An incorrigible excellence.
Perhaps if the man who ruined her life had been him, then she wouldn't have died so embittered. She mused, for such beauty, even a god would destroy his Creation and hold no remorse.
The man spoke words she had only ever heard in fiction. He spoke of transmigration, of capturing the heart of another.
But she was tired, and she despised living. Be it false or real, she couldn't care less.
Until…
He promised to give her freedom. He promised that even during the duration of her 'job,' she would have her free will. He promised… to get rid of IT. In exchange for her soul.
She agreed. Despite everything, she still had a question she wanted an answer to.
If I stabbed you would you bleed ink?