It didn't want her to eat it, she knew. It was afraid of dying, or at least of dying in someone's stomach. She really couldn't relate, to be honest. If there was such a thing as a good way to die, the belly of a dinosaur must be it, she believed. The apple wriggled in her hand, trying to escape, so she held tighter, tight enough to give it bruises under her fingers. She wondered if it would scream when she bit into its flesh. She wondered if everything would feel different after she ate it - maybe after you eat one apple, it gets easier to eat others, until you don't even notice their struggles, their tears, their pain.
Only one way to find out, really. Life is just an illusion, after all.
Warder to starry_nite
One day.
May I suggest:
http://onceuponagourd.etsy.com/
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money can't buy you back the love that you had then
ad impenetrum! *NM*
