Ripples from Raindrops: Luke
By: ShinigamiForever

Exactly the same story.
Yet he reads it differently,
even when he understands all of the meanings behind it. For
somebody to think we are related is impossible.

Once, I tried to scar his pristine outside. Do I regret?
No. But anger is not what I am aiming for.

Life to him is so dictionary defined, so ordered.
Under the impression of stenciled rules, I pull out a
knife edged in chaos.
Exactly why? I do not know. Nor does he.