Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
Mercy V.trouble when you walked inmated to my obsessive stepbrothera silent voice fanfictionhe sneaks glances at me
“Watches the stories they post, the games they play, the fears they circle back to. When one of them hits the bus, it doesn’t waste that opportunity.”
“And love?” I asked. “She said—” I jerked my chin back toward the midway “—as long as I fear love, it feeds.”
He looked away then, gaze drifting to the dark water licking at the submerged half of the carousel.
“Love is…" powerful,” he said slowly. “Stories live on it. Or the lack of it. Especially the lack. The game knows that. Fear of being unwanted. Fear of being abandoned. Fear of wanting too much.”
I thought of Ethan.