I could feel it all. Her b̶̯̟̽͊̓̈́̏͂͊̎͛̓͊̌̊́̃͘͝ơ̸̛̛͖̲͓͕͉̻͍̼͔̘̰̬͕̮̼̳̤̩̱̼͙͑̎̒̔̋́͒̒͗̐̂̓̊͂̀̌͂̉̐̌͗͒͆̂̀̐́̆̿̔͐̍́͊̈́̔͂͒́̈́̈́̅̆͂͛͂̎̃̔́̓̒͒͆̉͌̅̈̌̔̅̏̒̑͐̆̇̑͋̃̋̋̔̈́͋̆̈́̕̚̚̚̕̕̕͘̕̕͠͝͝͠͝ͅň̶̤͕̲̜͉̞͕̞̯̯͍̯͕̟͖̬̪̊͂͗̆͂̈́͋̒͊̍̀͋̃̃͆̅̀̈́̅͛̓̇̐͗̈́̀͑̄̅͒͂̔͌̓͛̂̊̍̈́̽̏͒́̀̾̿͑̄̉͆͋̀̾̈́̒̅̽̉̎̄̂̈̈́͋͒̑̓̐͒͌̒̀͊̎̓̉͋̔̒̐͊̍̌̎̚͘̕̚̕̚͝͝͝͝ę̴̨̢̧̡̧̡̛̛̛̝̲̲̺̠͔̯͉̼͇̫͓̜̥̺̞̥͎͓̮̠͕̜̩̙̞̘̼͇̹͖̯͔̮͇̙̥̬̯̬̯͖̳̪̺͔̮̪͎̭̯͇̟̪͍̭̳͓̭̠̭̰̱̹̤̼̾̋͌̑̏͆̽̒̄̄̓͐̎͐̈́͒͂̂̃̀̇̅͆͆̓̾̒̍̓̄̏̿̒̒͒̉͌̐̇̽̃͑̏͌̑̊̂̇͗͌͂͂̌̉̎͊̿̑̾͊͗̿͊͗̅̈́̿͋̽͂͆͊̓́̊͗̉̈̐̓̑͑̍̑̅̓͊͒͗͘͜͜͜͠͠͝͝͠͠͠͠ͅͅͅs̸̢̢̧̢̨̨̢̠̺͎̼̪̙̥͉̳̣̦̬̩̳̲̳͍̩̦̱̦̠̣͕̫̞̤̘̱̜̟̩̩̯͉̳̳͉̥̹̣͔̩͇̘̭͍̩̬͕̼̻͎͙͚̠͇͉̺͙̼͙̝̫͈̝̭̝̼̠̼̦͎̟̞̟̝͎̫̲̮̪̩͈̺̳̹͓͖͚͍̱̒͜͜ͅb̵̧̡̡̢̧̨̢̛̜͖̼̻͙͇̳̙̘̜͙̰̮̠̭̲̪͖͈̜̳͉͉̲̻̞͎͎͎̤̠͇̬͈̼̮̰̤̼̞̟̟̜͍̮̠̳͚̬͔͍͈̭̰̥̪̤͉̣͍̩̤͚͖͈̟̱͙̥̟̫̙̥̯̤̘͎̻̬̦̲͈̻̮̻͎͇͔̔́̔́͌́͐́͋̏͐͌̑͜͜͝͠ͅͅͅǫ̵̧̢̧͉̘̙͎̹̥̳͖͓͎̦̥̝̝̬̯̫̲̰̤͇͖̩͙̫͓̺̬͚̳̻̙̺͈̩͖̜͚̣͈̟̙̳̮͓̅͌͒͛̌̒̓̈́̓̅̊̇̀̅͛͊̂̑͑͛̇̓̋͆̔̊͌̀̀̿̄͆̋̏͆̅̾̃̉͌̍͛͋̓͛̓͌͗̈͒̀̐̆̏͒̎̌̆̇̾̄̂̋͑͘̕̕̚͘̚͘͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅn̶̡̛̛̛̛̛̘̰̻̭̣͎̝͚̣̫̺̞̤̯̪̺̘̪͓̮̝̜͈̲̩̦͎̹͖͖̟̲͖̙̘̮̰̮̞̻̫͙̺̣͙͍͉͈̦̜̪͉̥̮̰͉̙͇̬̙͖̜̳̔̉̋͒̂̂̿̈́̾͆̂̋̔͋̈́͗̋̂̓́͛͂͗̏̾̃͛̔̑̿̈̏̉̔̌͗̏̄̌̈́͛́͑̇̓̈̓̀̊͒͆̏͗͌͑̔̓̎̏̊͂͛̄͂̐̓̚̕̚̕̕̚͜͜͠͝͝͝ͅͅẻ̶̢̧̧̢̨̨̡̛͕͓̙̮̬͈̲͙̬͉̟̫̬̝̰̜̰̳̞̥͕̳̬̙̮͉̰͓̘̟͚͇̤̣̺̘̘̯͔̳̞̺͓̙̣͖̦̪̩͎̣͔̪̦͉̍͗̐̅̿̇͛̓̾̇̃͆̇̅̈̈́͆̍̀̌͂̅̃̊͆̇̈̾͑͌͛̄̐̈͒͒̂̎́̐͛̓̊͑̒̈́̑̉̓̌̽̾̈̐̿̆̅̆̏̊͆̿̉͐̏̇͒̒͑͋̔̓̉̌̂͂̆͆̄̃̃͑͗̈̿̅̔͑̌͂̓̈́̚͘̕͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͝͠͝ͅṡ̸̢̨̧̡̧̧̨̛̛̛͚̪̞͇͙͍̪̫̭͎̭͇̤̥̼͇̘̫͖͚̬̩͎̬̺͙̘̰͚̺̬͎͖̘̘̼̲̩̳̻̠͍͖̤̲̫̻̮̭͙͔͖̤̼̔̅̐̔̏͑̑̈́͗̈́̌̎̍̂̽̑̄̒̔̓̓̑̋͌̈́̓́̉́̾͑̓̃̓̈̊̄̍̊̅̒͗̅̿̈́̽͋̑̈͆̂̀͋̿̑̆͆̂̊̑̚̕̕͘͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅ ̵̧̢̧̧̨̧̧̨̡̨̢̨̩̥̝͔͉̺͓̝͖͙͇̟̮̹͈̣͔̤͙̺͓̠̪̘̙͍͎̱͉͖͍̙̰̺̭̥̩̫̙͍̯̥͖̣̫̥͕͚̠͙̣͎̩͉͖̼͔̭̤̜͖͓͖̝̐̌̈́̓̈̎̎̌̄͒͐̾̚͜͜͜͜͝ͅͅb̷̡̨͓̥̞̞̪̻͉̘̤̲̜̫͓̹̊̾̔͐̍̾̿̆̌͛̀͌̆̈̈́͐̔͊̂͌̽̈̈̓͋̓́̂̊̒̀̌̌̾̐͌͗̈̈́̎̔̑̐̋͛̈́̀̿̑̚̚͝͝͠͝͠͝ͅͅṟ̶̢̧̧̡̧̡̢̢̢̧̢̨̛̛̥͇͉̻̬͈̮̤̟̙̘̙̙̝̪͉̳̹̤̩͙̭̱̺̜̤͉͍̬̥͍̻͎̠̥̠͎̙̟͓͓̣͚̬̦̤͓̺̱͈̟̜̱̙͉͓͎̮̻̣͉͚̬̻̻̘͍̩̟̙̟̰̮̩̯̓͛̇̅̋̇̔̑̌̏̌͑̏͆͑͗͋͐͛̇͌̽͋̾̐̍̒̓̉̈́͌͊̃̆̍̍͗̋̓̍̽̔͑͛̈́̋̐̈́̋̅̎̃̋͆̍̇̓̆͂͂͑̌̐̌͆͊̄̓́̎̕͘͘̚͘̚͘̚̚̕͜͜͜͜͠͠͠͝͠͝͝ͅͅͅͅę̴̡̡̛̙̯͔͇͕̭͎̻̞͓̺̬̦͎̠̦̪͓͙͓̲̳̠͍̣͔̣͉̳̳̺̈́͆́̓̄ą̴̡̨̡̡̧̨̡̨̛̛̺̬͔̟̹͓͙͚̳̦̼̭̺͍͈͙̣̩͚͎͚̳̠͖̬̘̩̻̘̩̳̟̲̭͇̣̥̦̘͍̺͍̯̪̞̹̭̺͍̟̘͔͉̣͙̥̤̟͕͙̭̞̹̪͇͖̹̫̻̤͔͈̰̳̦̞̭̦̉́͒͌̔̈́̓̀̾̒͑̎̍̍̽̎̾̍̅̉̍̈́̃̑̎̈̎̓͌͆́̀͂͐̏̋̀̂̈́̆̃̌̈́̽̈̆̀́̎̅͂̇͛̽͒̓̓͋̍̅͐͒̅́̒͋̊͐̾̑͂̾̀̃̕̕̚̕͘͘͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅk̵̡̡̢̨̧̢̢̡̢̛̛̛̜̳̭̬̺͖̼͍͔̟̯̙͔͎̣̪̺̪͚͇̠̩̰̮̼̟͎̠̲͎͚̲̻͔͇̪͍̩̣̤̠̮̱̹͓̜͉͓̤̱̱͓̯̤͎̥̳̩̤̓͛̉̈̈́̓̀̔͛̎̃̉̓͒̍͊̃̎͑̋̓̓̅̓̋̽͛̇̂̂̊̔̄͆͌̐̍̋̑̎͛͛̃̊͆̀͐͑͌̇̈̇̔̃͗͆̂̑̇̿̽̅̋̔̌̉́̌̃̑̑̐͆̀̅́̃̂̈́̏̾̀̇͘͘̚̕̚͘̕̚̚͜͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͠͝͝͠ͅͅͅi̷̢̧͈͉͙̼̲̦̫͋̊͛̑͐̍̅͘n̸̢̨̧̡̨̡̢̡̛̛̛͙̝̥͈̤͎̪̻̤̦̱̲̪̙͉̮̲͈͕͙̤̮̹̹͕̪͍̝͉̥̲͚͇̣̬̫̠̦̜̜͇̭͍̱̩̙̺͉̞̜͇̦̪̙̦̦̰͍̺̤̪̘̥̲͙͊͒̀̌̒́͑͛̌̊̈́̄̃͗͛͛̉̇̔̂̔̿̿͋̀́̌̐̑̿͗̾̒̿̂͒̔͒͊͆̐̌̐̂̾̓͑̐̄́̓̇̈̓̄̔̍̈́̒̓̕̕͜͜͜͜͠͝͝g̶̡̨̧̨̧̘̬͈̣̻̦̺̥̫͉͓͙͔̟̲̮͔͙̞̫͚͖͎̙̭͇͕͍͖̮̰̝̥̳͕̯̥̜̫̱̻͙̣͇̥̐͆̂̓̎̈̆̀̃̓̚͠͠͠ͅ as I snapped them in half and poured her b̸̡̢͙͚͎͈͔͔̠̤̝͚̭͉͍̯̱̫̺͉̘̞̱̏̈́͜͠ͅͅͅľ̴̻̪̍̒̊̂̈́̎ǫ̸̜̭͕̰̭̬̩̜̻̻̩̝̯͉̮͖̣̿͂͊͘ͅͅơ̷̡̢̱͉͕̫̼̬͎̦̲̯̯̱̱̠̦̓̆́̄͆̈́̀̄̇̒̽̉͑͛̉͛̑̓̅̃̅̃̉͗̽̑̽͂͜͝͝d̶̡̡̧̟̜̜̩̬̳͇̲͉̬̱̻̤͈͑̓̋̾ all over my naked body. She couldn't touch him anymore. He wouldn't be able to touch anyone else, either. Ever.
How will i ever love again, father?
Is there something wrong with me?
Is there something wrong, father?
Have you spawned an evil daughter into this wretched world?
You would've done the same. The same to H̷̲̼̺̥͖̙͕̍ͅË̸̹̪́̀̐̏̍̇̏͝Ŗ̵̯̥̞̎ͅ. I did the right thing! I deserve love. I do, I do.

Love, Natsu