D. Gray-man (Kanda)
It’s really irritating. It’s every where. When I walk into my room or even when I am gone. The source of it all is in my room so that is understandable. But it seems to linger on my cloths. I continue to smell it as I am leaving the source behind. It is there to remind me that I will die… one way or the other. The ties between the source of my frustration with this mark on my chest. But the main thing that pisses me off is when people comment on it. They smile as they say it. That smile that I could never form again. I am reminded by those words.
“Wow you smell good, Kanda,” they would all say. Irritation to the max. All because of that damn withering flower in my room. It’s like it holds me prisoner to watch as my life is slowly wasting away… and to remind me by it’s…. Sweet innocent smell there to remind me to search to find him before my short time is up.
Damn that smell of that stupid lotus. It’s lucky it’s my favorite flower….
 tis_all_a_dream · Tue Apr 06, 2010 @ 11:34pm · 0 Comments |
