Shattered to be His
๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ค ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ "You're a monster", I yelled, as tears streamed down my cheeks while my voice echoed in the empty room. And all the response I received was his menacingly dark face morphed into a smileโa slow, sinister smile that stretched up his lips, "Yes I am." There are two types of monsters-one that gets furious on being called one, who are just sinister and cruel. But the other one, they smile on being called a monster. Their smiles are the darkest, appear slowly and when they appear, know that you're never finding your way out of their world. And IโI'm trapped in his world, the world I once wanted to escape but later on became my home and the only place of comfort. โข "I'll break you till your each piece has my name. And then, I'll make you like the way I want to see" โข She was his deepest desire, an obsession twisted by his insane thoughts. He was determined to claim her in the worst way possible, for he was someone carved in the darkness, devoid of the existence of light-but just for ๐๐ฆ๐ณ.
