Black Ink on Black Paper

[Mouse]

Being sad makes me happy.

Yeah, I'm supposed to be dead right now.

The tribe shaman said I absorbed too much mana. The occult taint would kill me.

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Jokes on him, though. I guess he didn't see that giant, spiky thing coming at him.

And when I was seven, I watched my dad eat my mom.

I was kind of impressed, really. Even in his occultic throes..

He still found the time and understanding to cut her up..

And cook her, just like someone carves up a nice, fat boar.

You couldn't be sad out there. Or angry. The negative emotions were like fertilizer for the occult.

Now that I can choose, now that I'm free of that place?

I choose to be sad. Because I finally can be.
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Chapter One:

The Sun Never Stops Shining

A BL Novel, by Zicoftryx

MY EYES ONLY.