- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Advanced
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Action-adventure, adult characters, alternate universe, anime, crime drama, cyberpunk, darker themes, drama, dystopia, eastern, edo, epic quest, fairy tale, fantasy, feudal, futuristic, grimdark, heian, high fantasy, low fantasy, magic, modern, modern fantasy, modern scifi, paranormal, psychological, romance, scifi, supernatural, urban fantasy.
Soma lied back on the bench, staring up at the ceiling as he often did at home. The ceiling had a mural of sorts painted on it, one of a colorful sky with cherubic angels. He could remember spending many hours there, staring up at it. But the more he remembered, the more he thought about all that he'd kept from Tatsuya. He couldn't help but feel like he'd been lying to him; although, that wasn't the case. Then he still felt the weight of the years of worry he'd inflicted on his grandparents. After a moment, he stood and made his way back, turning only for a second to look out the windows. "Every second I remember something, I forget more and more the reason I left in the first place. When I go back and try to rationalize it, it all seems so... pointless. I wonder if my reason was even the real reason at all, or if I wasn't just being selfish."
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