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A hand, messily sketched, uneven lines; He couldn't draw in the dark. Messy shading, the flesh on the palm opening up to something bright yet dark. Words written on the outer rims of the page, curses, self loathing. This was his fault.
He continued, adding small details that could barely be seen only to keep his mind preoccupied. He couldn't think about himself now. No, he had to think of how to keep her alive. Alive. He repeated the word to himself. This was just a future that shouldn't exist. She shouldn't be real. None of this should be real.
Fingers dusted black with charcoal, he shut his book with a soft snap. Brows furrowed and lips tugged to a delicate frown, he sat himself in a comfortable position, taking her palm in his hands. Her heart beat slowed, now sluggish and heavy. He sent another spark of electricity through her.
He did this to her.