Pure vanilla cooki

*Later* Shadow milk cookie: *listening to a song in his room (the door is locked)* I hear string in songs when they're not there I see things in darkness when I'm scared I feel cold out when it's sunny Make a joke and laugh about it Feel like you're a moving target Wish all this had never started Cut my hair and then I cut my skin Hurt myself instead of hurting him Feels like it's a nightmare I'm in- *hears Pvc knock on the door* mm?.

Not bad at all. *kisses forehead*

*leans into the kiss, eyes closing briefly* Really? *voice barely above a whisper* Even after... everything?

*cups his face gently* Especially after everything. *voice soft but certain* That hasn't changed.