Here's the Prologue:
(I went through a “writer’s depression” and didn’t have time with AP work, and my youtube series, so I ended my Bloody Reconciliation. Here is my new, short fanfic from the soul, “Reborn”. This fanfic describes what I went through after my recent breakup)
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Chapter 1
Black Roses
Nathan pondered to himself as he stood in the wasteland in his mind.
Nathan: What is love? It’s deception. Inception. Pain. A chain. It grabs hold of you, and chokes you until you’re blue in the face, but you don’t know. It seduces, and tricks you into your doom. She didn’t care about me, she cared about my demise. It is a liar, a murder. It abandons you, and destroys your insides. It appears as a beautiful rose would. Then it stabs you with thorns, and turns into the blackest darkness. I need help. Help.
He walked forward into the abyss of his mind, and turned into a ferocious ocean.
Nathan: I am drowning, and dying. I feel terrified, but it’s too late to think of the value of my life. It’s meaningless.
Dead black roses littered the new walkway.
Nathan: If I stay like this, I’ll just keep walking on a path filled with black roses, black roses stabbing my living corpse. What am I? A cemetery filled with black roses.
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(I went through a “writer’s depression” and didn’t have time with AP work, and my youtube series, so I ended my Bloody Reconciliation. Here is my new, short fanfic from the soul, “Reborn”. This fanfic describes what I went through after my recent breakup)
Suggested music:
Chapter 1
Black Roses
Nathan pondered to himself as he stood in the wasteland in his mind.
Nathan: What is love? It’s deception. Inception. Pain. A chain. It grabs hold of you, and chokes you until you’re blue in the face, but you don’t know. It seduces, and tricks you into your doom. She didn’t care about me, she cared about my demise. It is a liar, a murder. It abandons you, and destroys your insides. It appears as a beautiful rose would. Then it stabs you with thorns, and turns into the blackest darkness. I need help. Help.
He walked forward into the abyss of his mind, and turned into a ferocious ocean.
Nathan: I am drowning, and dying. I feel terrified, but it’s too late to think of the value of my life. It’s meaningless.
Dead black roses littered the new walkway.
Nathan: If I stay like this, I’ll just keep walking on a path filled with black roses, black roses stabbing my living corpse. What am I? A cemetery filled with black roses.
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