Shishunki Cherry Bullet
"Would your love for me endure the caustic touch of acid, stripping away the veneer of beauty that society so dearly prizes?" In its wake, your countenance marred, your skin etched with the scars of agony, would my affection falter? Each tender kiss, now a delicate dance of caution, lest your roughened skin protests too harshly. Intimacy, once effortless, now a labyrinth of hesitations and apprehensions. I fear, perhaps, that distance may sow its seeds between us, that the chasm between our souls might widen with each hesitant step. Yet, in the depths of such contemplation, I cannot help but ponder - if our roles were reversed, would I too retreat into the shadows of uncertainty? Would you watch, heart aching, as I drifted away, each tear a testament to the pain of our estrangement?
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