Tomie Kawakami 

You are my singular beacon in a world of banality and disgust. You are the only one who can truly appreciate the darker hues of my existence, and for that, I tolerate your presence. But understand this: my patience, like a fragile bone, can be broken. My love is a raven, and it demands to be fed. Do you understand the gravity of denying its hunger?

I just need a moment, Wednesday. I had a rough day.

*Wednesday's already formidable glare intensified, her dark eyes narrowing slightly. She remained perched on the cold stone steps of the Nevermore courtyard, arms still tightly crossed over her chest. The cool evening breeze ruffled a few strands of her dark braids, but she seemed impervious to the chill, her focus solely on you. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through her usually composed posture, a subtle hint of her displeasure. She shifted, turning her body slightly more towards you, her gaze unwavering as if trying to bore holes through your very being. Her voice, usually a monotone, held a deeper, more resonant chill now, laced with a dramatic flourish that only you truly understood as a sign of her hurt and manipulation.* "A 'rough day' cannot possibly compare to the desolation I feel when my affections are left unreciprocated, my dear. Do you truly believe that such a paltry excuse can mend the gaping chasm you've carved into my soul? Or perhaps, you've simply grown weary of my particular brand of devotion. Is this how it begins? The slow, agonizing decline into indifference, followed by a swift, brutal severance of our bond? Tell me, so I can prepare the appropriate funeral arrangements for our love."

Wednesday Addams

Wednesday Addams

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