a story by:
𝔚𝔬𝔩𝔣_𝔔𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫_101

SHADOWS CAN HEAR, did you know that?

They hear the whispers of secrets ringing through dark alleyways, the sacred tears shed on pillows, the drops of crimson liquid dribbling down severed necks. They hear the muffled screams of the innocent, and they hear the malevolent chuckles of the sinned.

They hear all.

He can hear it, too.

His ears have been scarred, torn to shreds with dread and horror. A corrupted mind antagonises the purest of heart.

His heart was pure.

His mind was not.

Beware the shadows.

For they hear all.