Opening of the Wound


It was just the two of them now, and had no one else to blame.

Machi had her back to the wall, she couldn't stop thinking about everything. Shizuku sat right beside her, not even looking at the darkness looking ahead.

Whatever awaited them in this life, and the next, Machi was sure she was destined for hell. She made peace with that, or at least, she thought she did.

Shizuku was well aware that she took many lives, their names and faces did not matter. She knew death would arrive sooner or later, so she stared at the dark.

Without thinking, Machi tiredly swung an arm over Shizuku's shoulders, holding her fellow Spider close. They wouldn't go very far, and what horrors were out there, waiting to tear them apart, they had themselves to blame.

If there was any consolation, any comfort, it was the two of them now.