The moment he turned his eyes on me, I saw darkness. There's nothing but a pitch black reflection of what he truly feels inside. Just like his name, he feels like a dead body, lifeless corpse that wanted to get out of his grave."I hope I could make you feel better," I whispered and stared at his dark orbs. Combing his hair with my fingers, my lips landed on his forehead.He looked at me, amusingly. The way Corpse focuses his eyes on me makes me feel like I am a bright star he's been staring in the night sky for so long. How I wish it would last forever."You just did," he replied and took my left hand, caressing it gently with his fingers.I smiled, just like how I always do to let him know that everything will be okay. It already became a habit of me to be by his side whenever his anxiety attacks him. It may seem like a tough job, but I do this for him and because of the guilt that I have been feeling since the day I saw how messed up his li
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