2 Works by almur
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—You're the only real friend I have. The only one in this whole damn game.
The word “friend” hung in the air, heavy, awkward, but spoken with such naked childlike hope that it made ITrapped's stomach physically churn. Chance stood before him, slouching slightly, waiting for...
"Friend? I am the jailer leading you to devastation and death. I am poison in a golden package." Everything inside him clenched into one solid, chilling knot of disgust. Disgust at Chance, who had hung on so easily, so foolishly to his honed lies. For these words, these pathetic attempts at sincerity, which he, ITrapped, had been forced to tolerate, to play like the last buffoon. At himself for standing here, in this mask of elegant conversation, listening to this confession when every cell in his body was screaming for him to clamp his mouth shut on this chatterer or just push him off this damned balcony and be done with this farce.
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His words flowed like honey, not like golden nectar, but like sticky syrup - sweet, but cloying and enveloping.
Chance sat staring at the screen, where pixelated machines were frozen, and did not understand why this ‘friendship’ often felt like a slow suffocation.