--- [ this happened before chasmecho's death btw, I kinda just forgot to finish this / post it whoops ] --- in relation to this roleplay : https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33866804/comments/#comments-302698565 along with chasmecho's srp : https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1213708604/ --- nothing was ever enough. they had tried time and time again, but still, it was never enough. they had learnt this many times. through cold stares, they had learnt that they were like some sort of collectable. not to be loved or cherished, but to be put on display, never to be touched. never to know the warmth of love and affection, only to know the coldness. --- chasmecho's words had truly cut through wishkit, slicing through them like a claw. their heart had shattered into millions of tiny pieces, all too small to be picked back up, pieced back together. --- now, wishkit sat there. sat there, replaying the moment over and over in their head. the moment chasmecho had hurt them the most. " it's fine. / you're / fine. " were the murmured words that they spoke, over and over again. " / you're fine. / " but deep down, they knew that that was a lie. ' ' i am chasmecho to you. ' ' their stomach ached, head spinning, vision blurring as tears pricked. ' ' we are not kin. ' ' / why / were they not enough? they should be, shouldn't they? they tried so much harder than anyone else. and yet here they were. they began to shake. to tremble. panic settled in, yet their thoughts flashed to chasmecho. what a fool they were. they hate this feeling. they hate him. their words were a murmured whisper. barely audible, yet spoken. " what a fool I was -- to have actually trusted him. "
