Abandoned at the edge of eternity ▪☆▪joining

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He lifted a brow at her answer and began pacing slowly, deliberately. "So you're saying your mother didn't give a shit, and your father's leaving you to the wolves, so to speak. You do know you could die, right now, right? Although, of course, it's not my decision of your fate." He gave a careless shrug of his shoulders, the grin sliding from his maw. So she was unsure, huh. Well, she'd know soon enough, whether it be cracking under pressure or willingly open up, or actually think of something. Or even make up something, hell, he didn't know. Eternity? He scoffed. This was no eternity. This was a place you came to to die. No living forever. It's just a matter of time, of how long you could cling to your sanity.

#psychosocial.