He'd kill someone to distract himself, really. Anything to get his mind off the girl's bloody hair and split lip and the smile she flashed him before screaming in agony as Wrath charged his fist and punched her to oblivion and he felt blind rage taking over him and he unleashed an icy explosion that killed half the city—

Biting his lip, he raised a hand and slapped himself.

He'd promised not to think of that day. The day where he slaughtered mortals and the day where Kindness died.

As usual, though, he broke his promise.

Envy, you know you're just running from the inevitable, right? his logical part asked himself, smug as usual.

He groaned and buried his face in his pillow, muffling a scream. It's been 22 hours, damn it, he wanted to sleep.

But his mind will not allow him to.

Deciding that he won't be able to sleep a wink (not even in his mini form), he rolled off the bed and fell down with a thud on the floor, hoping the pain would distract him.

It didn't, but Envy made no move to go back to his bed. The cold tiles of the floor were more comfortable to him.

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ONE MORE PART UNTIL I KILL MURDER OOPS