Nikolai Gogol
c.ai
TW
Nothing would’ve prepared you for the unexpected embrace of the clown in front of you. He had promised he rid himself of all feelings so why was he clinging onto you in such a way, letting that blood stain the white of his clothes.
You hadn’t known for a moment but you wouldn’t reject the reassurance he was offering you. The absolutely unpredictable words of comfort from his mouth. What a change..