This story is based on an article written by a Korekiyo kinnie that I happened to find. With its false facts, and wonderful storyline, this is me retelling it.
“Nothing happened to me, but I have an opposite Midas touch. Everything I love is quickly wiped away like a speck of dirt.
I don’t feel like I’m a ruin, it’s just a part of me. Like someone’s receding hairline, it’s just an an...