Black Thorns: Chapter 20

Dear Yuki-Onna,

I’m only writing these letters for self-records now.

I lost hope that you’ll ever reply to my previous ones, let alone read this, but I guess old habits die hard.

Every week, I sit in front of my computer and type these things, not because I want to, but because something feels fucking missing if I don’t do it.

*insert shrug here*

My life is going downhill. I thought I hit rock bottom before but, apparently, there are fucking levels for that shit and I’m now in the middle.

Or maybe I’m barely scratching the surface.

I lost my soul. Yeah, funny, I know. The soulless guy actually lost his nonexistent soul.

My crisis is book-worthy, I swear.

But maybe it’s not a crisis, after all, and I’m only imagining things. Maybe my soul is indeed missing and I’m just being a dramatic asshole who needs attention.

I don’t, usually. I’m not you, after all.

Whatever it is, something is missing. And before your head grows in size, no, it’s not you. It’s something in me. I felt it before, but now it’s just empty and soundless.

Maybe it passed away during my sleep.

Maybe Yuki-Onna came through my window, after all, and is now confiscating whatever I have to offer.

Maybe you’re the one who put her up to it. Or maybe she’s you.

Either way, it’s working. My sins are finally catching up to me.

I pray that you’re living a shitty life.

Amen,

Akira