crimson girl and the stolen heart [SHORT STORY V.1.0]}

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<3 crimson girl and the stolen heart <3~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

a collection of emotive drabble about two friends and their ever-changing relationship.

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1.) each instance of ~~~~~~/*\INSERT/*\~~~~~~ indicates a new chapter.
2.) grammarical rules are followed loosly. most mistakes are intentional.
3.) the story follows two characters exclusively, they are women-aligned. even if at current edition of this story it isn't expressed explicitly, this is law and truth unless stated by the text itself.
4.) saying this, i do appreciate any readings or interpretations, if any can be made, and if any of them are made public please make me aware of it at @magaya_sou on twitter.
5.) most chapters are written individuality and must be treated as seperated. 3/4/5 were written together but the same still applies to them.
6.) this story is ongoing with sperodic updates. any updates will be made known on @magaya_sou on twitter or published to the tapas.io version at: tapas.io/episode/1421182
7. if there are any issues with this file please alert me at the aforementioned twitter

i hope you enjoy :3

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~~~~~~~/*\vulgar/*\~~~~~~~

i saw you cross the street in that coat of yours, it drenched in my blood.

it was then i noticed my heart was stolen, ripped so crudely, so abruptly. there a gaping hole in my chest. more of my ripe blood spilling out, surrounding me, crowning me with a wreath of carnations of two tones.

i noticed it clasped in your hand so tightly, like it was your most beloved treasure. it beating, it alive just like you were.

and -oh- what a perfect match it was. a couple so brilliant, you-out shined the sun. it would be the greatest crime to separate you both.

and there i was, watching you, wanting to love you again. wanting to twist the knife in my gut just so i could hold you even for a moment.

and -oh- how i wanted my blood to adorn you so beautifully. do anything to make you shine. take my heart, keep it. as long as it makes you alive.

~~~~~~~/*\gore/*\~~~~~~~

you had broken free of your chrysalis and became a butterfly. your wings golden as they captured the light of the sun and made it your own. the stumpy-ness of caterpillars had disappeared and you were now grace and beauty.

your hair was cut short and bounced with every gleeful step you took.

you wore new clothes that looked as if they were made for you and you alone.

you wore my heart around your neck still. and still, i found something breathtaking about it even if it made my wound well.

i thought i had closed it a long time ago, thought it over and done with. but i was wrong, and my attempt to heal it with stitches of my own poor design was nothing as they split the second i saw you.

i was in shambles, a moth with its wings torn off.

you spoke with love in your own way, as i had always known it, cutting with a knife of dull edges as you tend to do.

soon you were to wear another's heart, or maybe he would wear your's instead. i couldn't really tell. your dull cut words too hazy and shallow to really tell apart.

you were happy. you were comfortable. you were free.

you were dating someone who wasn't but could have been me.

~~~~~~~/*\inertia/*\~~~~~~~

texts unanswered stacked up like a pile of bodies, flies floating over it. you sat on your throne of abandonment as you moved on once again, unperturbed. i did not know if you gorged yourself on a new heart, one ripe and red but just as cursed as my own, or if your own had been torn from your chest, you bosom painted red like mine.

either why, you carried on.

it is supposed to be natural for one to carry on. if someone slighted you, you would brush it off. if someone broke something, you wouldn’t mind it. i was supposed to move passed the broken cup and those individual words, those insignificant nouns and meaningless adjectives. i was meant to be unbothered and we fine, but as i stared and ruminated, thought about it, the wounds split harshly. they reopened. the scap scraped from by blunt nails.

we were to move on. move at a snail’s pace but i felt as if i hadn’t moved at all.

you tossed promises like you toss a dog a bone. you dressed them up as pure gold yet they were rotten, hollow. cheap shit you find on a street corner. i knew this yet i accepted it still, as i always did. those letters left on my table, them mocking as i did, as i was swindled by you.

~~~~~~~/*\hoarse/*\~~~~~~~

how dull we have gotten. how awkward i’ve become. unable to speak, speechless by a lack of understanding. our blood no longer fresh but stained, our organs failing, not much of anything left to power us.

even now i cannot write like how i once did, those scenes are gone, there are no days to recount, only feeling. only mood. metaphor to propel any sort of inertia i lack.

~~~~~~~/*\rotten/*\~~~~~~~


i can’t remember exactly when i realised that our bits of wood on that tumultuous sea were too far apart. it was a collection of things i suppose, that nice counsellor asking about any friends, your radio silence or the fact that i was the only one on my bit of wood and impossibly alone.

i sometimes think it was my own doing, i never held on tight enough to your float. it slipped because i was too weak. a fool. but then i also realise you never held on in the first place. it was just my hand alone. How can you keep something so close when it is continuously torn from you?

those summerlike dreams, bright and airy, talk of apartments together, connected even if far apart, blooming together, with another, unbreakable no matter what that thread was, was too bright. we both knew it, our talk like those summer days our town never has.

we weren’t meant to have a fairy tale. every time you spoke of it i was aware of our reality. yet,  i didn’t think the days would be so stormy, the thunder to be so vicious. i didn’t expect you to push us from each other. i didn’t expect me to be reeling. i didn’t expect my corpse to be the only thing left on the wooden floor.