apexkiryuin:

“I’m changing nothing. You are me.” She whispered - a very light sound, the gentle hiss of a serpent in the grass, “And if I know anything about myself, it’s that I would like to see it’s shine again. Come now, my love. Don’t pretend like I don’t know who you really are.”

She tapped a finger on her double’s hand, the one that rested on her chest. 

"It won’t hurt.”

_{“Please….stop….”}

_{The more she suppressed, the more it will build up. The rage. The anger. The hatred. The things that she so desperately wanted to throw out of the window to replace them with love, peace, kindness…}

_{Much to her horror, she found her fingers pressing against her chest.}