abyssdressing | (no subject)

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*sup gaiz. Asch here, standing on the ledge of a very, very high tower. please pull him away, and give him a bitching to, k?*

It'll be the last time I hurt them.

But it will hurt even more than any other time, and it won't ever stop hurting.

They'll get over it.

No they won't.

Why not? I'm worthless. Mom and Dad were right.

They must not think so... I don't know why, I don't know you. But I know her, at least, and if you really were worthless she wouldn't care.

She shouldn't.

She still does. That's what matters.

She's an idiot, then.

So? She cares, it doesn't matter why.

...

It's still your choice... I think it's the wrong one, but you can still pick. But it's going to hurt the people who care.

I don't care anymore.

...I think you're just scared and stupid.

Tell me something I don't know.

...I'm leaving. This is boring... I like you better when you're little.

...Come again?

I like you better when you're little. Unless there's another Asch here that has Master Van for an uncle instead and got hurt by his parents...

...

At least he lets me help him, even if he doesn't think he deserves it.

What, suddenly I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present, and my past anf future selves are here, too? Christ.

...I don't know what you're talking about.

Nevermind.

...Okay.

I thought you were gonna leave, kid.