#bawling weeping sobbing wailing—

[sincerely-sofie]

Ruby anon here! I had a little Drabble come up and I wanted to share! I do apologize because this one isn’t really that good. I hope you enjoy it still.

Her steps are light and calculated, her paws only stepping on the most silent parts of the floor. A few feet pass, and she pauses, ears twitching for the quietest of sounds. She dare not whisper, she dare not move until a moment has passed. The natural quiet is here, much different from the sinister silence that would come if her siblings would wake, and she muted her sigh of relief. The routine is oxygen: another few steps, pause, listen, and repeat. If she loses it, if she makes a mistake and doesn’t inhale correctly, she’ll suffocate. She doesn’t know if her siblings would bother to save her if that had happened.

It’s the third pause when she is caught, sensing someone’s presence nearby. She curls into herself, trying to think of a form that could possibly trick them, or at least buy her time to run and hide. Maybe she can finally force her stomach not to roar in protest of her hunger — tell them she just wanted the bathroom — and it’ll just be a tap instead of being flung-

Gentle hands embrace her, but she can’t help but tremble. Her mind screams danger, over the minuscule voice of rationality that tells her that this is a safe touch. This one will bring her no harm, she knows this, but her mind screams. It bangs on the walls, desperately trying to tear it’s way out of a prison it swears is made of delusion and false hopes.

There’s a light, and then she sees Twig and Ark looking down at her with the most gentle of expressions.

“Do you think you can take a few deep breaths, Ruby?” Twig asks her, voice soft. “I’ll do them with you.”

Twig breathes slowly, and she tries to copy. The first few breaths demand to be shallow and protest with every conscious inhale and exhale she makes. The screams ebb away, fading with the distant traces of smoke that their fiery voice had caused. Now it’s just her, Twig, and Ark, who settles a cup next to her. She can tell by the smell — it’s tea. The fragrance makes her stomach rumble, and she almost shrinks back, only to hear Twig speak once more:

“It’s okay, it’s about time for breakfast anyways. How about you sit down with me while Ark prepares something for us to eat? You can finish your tea and-”

She’s not being thrown across the room. They’re not screaming, humiliating, or threatening her. Of course they aren’t. These two are Twig and Ark, and her siblings wouldn’t dare come back after the former’s attacks. They’ll never come for her again. She’s safe.

The dam breaks, fat tears and loud wails erupt as she tosses herself into Twig’s arms. The charmeleon catches her swiftly, wrapping her securely in a hug. Ark gently rubs her back and wipes her tears. It’s them. Not her siblings— never again.

“It’s over now?” Ruby manages to choke out through tears and the pressure in her throat, eyes lifting to finally see both her parents.

“Yes, Ruby,” Twig nods, “it’s over. You’ll never have to see them again.”

The trembling stops, her body relaxes, and the tears lessen as it sinks into her sleepy mind:

She’s safe. She is home.

Just woke up and now I’m crying because this is beautiful and so touching and has so many similarities to how my own mom walked me through my first panic attack 😭 EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS GEM FROM RUBY ANON. THEY SAY ITS REALLY NOT THAT GOOD AND WE NEED TO GET THEM TO SEE THE TRUTH OF HOW AMAZING IT IS.

[stormyoceans]

THEY ARE MY WHOLE ENTIRE STUPID BLEEDING BEATING HEART SERVED ON A SILVER PLATTER IM GENUINELY RUNNING OUT OF WAYS TO EXPLAIN TO YOU ALL JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM

[paperbagsandwich]

Hey you you're my favorite wg artist *Runs* ❤️

Thank you!! 😭🥺

[viaphni]

its all my fault 💀

🌸

[whotfisoli]

Just finished falsettos

Cried so hard I peed a little

[iron-sides]

vitalasy sounds like hes about to cry???? thisnis so fucked......

[lo1k-diamonds]

My Demon, My Love - Part 1 - The Contract

Is this really the time to discuss a deal?!

PAIRING: Demon!Taehyung x human (f) Reader

SUMMARY: All Taehyung wanted was business as usual — strike a deal, claim a soul, and enjoy dessert. But somehow, he ended up powerless, with no choice but to ask for your help.

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

GENRE: demon AU, fake dating, marriage contract, smut

RATING: R (explicit) (this part is PG-13)

WARNINGS: dangerous situation on a rooftop, misogyny, bantering, supernatural events, you make a deal with a demon ;)

A.N. I wasn’t sure if I’d get around to writing this, but here it is! This fic was inspired by the Netflix series My Demon and is my entry for @bangtanwritershq's Writing Event: 'Netflix and Chill'. Thank you @moonleeai for kindly beta reading, @pars-ley for the gorgeous banner, and @colormepurplex2 for believing I could do it 😁 Enjoy! 💜

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Taehyung closed his eyes, appreciating the sweet caress of the night summer breeze twirling his dark locks gently. There was nothing like feeling he was in the right place at the right time. Knowing that he didn’t have to keep searching, wasting his precious, if endless, time on this Earth because fate was coming to him.

The door to that segregated part of the hotel’s rooftop opened behind him, and Taehyung still didn’t open his eyes. His lips curved in a smile — he could smell the desperation from there.

Yet soon, muffled weeping started, and his smile vanished, forcing Taehyung’s dark eyes to stare at the night sky to tame his annoyance. Really? He usually met humans in sad circumstances, but that was nothing to cry like a baby about. He had made deals with starving people, with mothers who sacrificed their lives so that their babies could survive—

A desperate wail behind him jolted him into turning around and looking at the poor, unfortunate soul with a pout. Taehyung almost complained — the guy wearing a tailored suit and bawling would ruin his appetite for cake if he kept sobbing like that. He surely ruined the fate-fulfilling feeling Taehyung had just a minute ago.

The guy’s shoulders trembled as he tried to stifle his cries and wipe the snot on his sleeves, and Taehyung clicked his tongue.

“Seriously,” he murmured, muted by the sounds of the night and the breeze on that thirty-fifth floor. “Humans.”

He finally shrugged and walked towards the man with his hands in his pockets. The man was facing the night and had yet to notice he wasn’t alone. Taehyung didn’t need to see his face to know the human’s predicament at the root of all that weeping. The soul was ready to be tempted. All Taehyung had to do was step into the light.

And he did with a shrug. “Business is not what it used to be, huh?”

At first, the man scrambled to wipe his tears and snot as much as possible, but he stopped once he faced Taehyung. It was as though eyeing the face of perfection reminded the human of everything he was not, and Taehyung pursed his lips.

“I lost everything.”

The man’s emotions had dissipated, and Taehyung faced the night. “Seems you have.”

“My wife, my son…” The man blinked, his mind far away in the night lights of the cars and buildings down below. “I’ll ruin their lives with debt.”

Taehyung nodded. “Tragic. What if…” His tone was purposefully curious before he eyed his target with a smile. “What if there was an alternative… A deal. Would you take it?”

“Alternative… What?” The man faced him with big, tearful eyes, confused before he blinked blankly. “You mean, the life insurance?”

He faced the city below again, and Taehyung clicked his tongue, grabbing the man by the shoulder to pull him away from the ledge towards where he had been before, where the view of the rooftop swimming pool and lounge was mesmerizing on its own.

“Nah, I mean another option,” Taehyung enticed, smiling dazzlingly as he dragged the human to see what he saw: the elite in a fancy party, dressed to impress, enjoying their champagne flutes. “One that means that your wife and son would stay part of the echelon while—”

The door slammed open, letting out a drum of tapping heels rushing for the ledge. It made Taehyung raise an eyebrow and look over his shoulder. He seldom got interrupted, least of all, by a lady clearly running away from something. Or someone, he mused, picking up on racing steps from within the building, guessing they’d soon be out there too.

He suppressed a sigh and turned back to the task at hand with a mysterious smile. Taehyung still had the human by the shoulders, now shrinking and looking at him wearily.

Taehyung couldn’t blame him. “As I was saying, I can—”

“Yah!”

Taehyung’s eyebrow twitched. As he predicted, a man had caught up with the woman, addressing her poorly, shouting drunkenly. 

Taehyung gritted his teeth, a second away from snapping his fingers and making them both go away, but instead, he just… listened.

“Why are you so stubborn?!”

A female snicker made Taehyung keep his eyes on the scene and focus on you.

“You’re way out of line,” you stated as you turned around, and Taehyung raised an eyebrow. You were a world of contrasts: dainty curves draped in a classic black nightdress, a petite frame with a powerful voice, delicate features hiding an incredible presence.

“Me?! What about you?!” The man’s outraged screech made Taehyung purse his lips in disapproval, and the man still in his hold noticed, bristling. “I’m offering you a solution—”

“To a problem that doesn’t exist,” you deadpanned.

“You’ll ruin your family’s comp—”

“It is mine to ruin,” you declared, stepping forward.

“You—” The man stumbled on his words for a second, then attacked again. “You’ll ruin your family’s name!”

“Ah, my family name…” You tapped your chin pensively, and Taehyung chuckled before turning to face the party downstairs again, dragging the human in his hold. You had it all under control, it seemed. “Again, mine to ruin. I suggest you start taking care of yours instead of worrying so much about others.”

“So, like I was saying,” Taehyung said more quietly, eyeing the man in his hold meaningfully so he’d focus. “I know you want to keep your business and your family safe. I can do that for you; give them the life you dream of,” he promised, eying the party downstairs, where a loud toast was enough to draw the man’s attention. Taehyung smiled. “All you have to do is give me one tiny little thing.”

The man’s wide eyes turned to him, hopeful. “What?”

“Your—”

“Because you’re not taking it seriously!!”

Taehyung’s eye twitched, ready to snap at the guy who was screeching and interrupting his pitch, but the guy wouldn’t stop blabbing.

“Your hotels need to attract families!”

You crossed your arms over your chest, expressionless. “My hotels are high-end—”

“Even businessmen want to bring their kids along and won't if the owner has such a frivolous reputation!”

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. “And you think marrying will fix my reputation?”

“Yes!!”

“No.”

Your voice was so absolute that Taehyung finally sighed, glad it was over. Fortunately, the human with him was still eying the party so Taehyung wouldn’t have an issue closing the deal.

But he heard a scream before he could, and this time, it wasn’t the obnoxious man. Taehyung turned in time to see you hanging on to a mental pipe with your legs dangling over the city while the man shouting at you raced for the exit. 

Taehyung frowned at the weird turn of events, and the man in his hold gasped and jolted. “Is that…?”

Taehyung had no idea who you were, but it didn’t matter. The scent of desperation was replaced by fear in a flash, and in seconds, his deal was running back inside the building.

Taehyung heaved a deep breath, pressing his eyes closed to alleviate the annoyance that peculiar evening was instilling, when a second scream for help made him look.

He stepped closer, and indeed, you were dangling thirty-five floors high as the night wind disheveled your hair.

“Help me,” you breathed, and Taehyung tilted his head.

“Are you asking for my help?”

“Yes!” You almost screamed again, but pinching your eyes closed for a moment was enough.

You were frightened, and the other human had run off, so… “Fine,” he agreed, and you sighed. “But before that, you need to make a deal with me.”

“A what?” You were baffled. “Is this really the time to discuss a deal?!”

Despite you dangling over that ledge, Taehyung’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he stated, “Nothing’s free in this world.”

His gaze was so serious that you undoubtedly realized you didn’t have a choice. You clenched your teeth for a moment before agreeing, “Alright, let’s hear it.”

“There’s a lot to cover. Do you really want to go over it now?” His tone was almost amused as he glanced behind you. “This isn’t exactly tea time, is it?”

Your irritation was all over your face as you held on for your life. “It’d be crazy to enter into a deal with no information!”

“Suit yourself.”

Taehyung turned around, and your desperate plea was almost instantaneous. “Wait! Fine, I’ll be crazy! Help me!”

He had a smile on his face when he turned, raising his hand next to his head to show you the dotted line, but you were gone. 

He leaned over to see you screaming with your full chest as you fell through the air, passing the windows of the floors beneath you with your hair hiding your face. He gritted his teeth; he’d be crazy to help you before you signed the deal. 

He guessed he was crazy because he didn’t hesitate to jump after you and use his focus to dive faster and faster in your direction. You couldn’t see him because your hair was thrashing against your face, but he could see you as you fell and fell with your arms in his direction.

Until he grabbed your hand, and your scream halted. At that moment, you were able to get a glimpse of him, and you surely saw his eyes turning red. Then, he snapped his fingers.

Both your feet landed on the concrete rooftop again, and you screamed, stumbling. Taehyung was still holding onto your wrist, but you grabbed his other arm for support as though you thought you were still falling. He had to chuckle as you hid in his chest, still trembling with adrenaline and fear.

Eventually, you froze. You raised your head slowly to look at him, and he was waiting, raising a playful eyebrow.

You jolted back, letting go of him, and he let you. “Can’t say that wasn’t fun,” he teased, winking.

You grabbed onto the nearest railing, your knees buckling unsteadily as you tried to recover your labored breath. Taehyung observed you, tilting his head slightly. You were shaken but fine, which meant he fulfilled his side of the bargain.

Speaking of. “Now, back to what matters. The deal.”

“The what?!”

His eyebrow twitched at your breathless screech. “Our deal.”

“Deal? Deal?!” You got back on your shaky legs, still holding onto the railing. “How— How did you do that? How am I still alive?”

“Like I said, the deal,” he repeated, amused. “Isn’t that what you asked me to do? To save you?”

You were even paler now than before. “But— I fell. I fell, I’m sure I—” You turned to glance over the ledge and instantly flinched back, frightened. You turned back to him. “It’s not possible!”

He shrugged. “It’s possible when you’re me,” he grinned mischievously, raising his hand next to his head, but you interrupted him again.

“And who are you?”

“Your kind has many names for me.”

Your shoulders squared as your confusion gave way to irritation. “And what are those?”

Taehyung hummed and then waved his hand dismissively. “Not that important—”

“Wrong! We have time for the details now, so start talking!”

Taehyung lowered his hand and raised an eyebrow. “I already saved you, you can’t—”

You stepped forward. “Your name.”

“Taehyung.” He huffed, leaning in your direction to speak as bossily as you had. Then, he straightened back up with a smug smile. “I believe the modern name humans give me is demon.”

“Demon?” Your face lost all traces of anger as you stared at him, and Taehyung nodded.

You scoffed, hiding a bewildered laugh as you tried to compose your dress and hair, giving yourself time to understand what had just happened.

Taehyung didn’t have time for that. 

He raised his hand next to his head with a triumphant smile. Finally, the night would go his way and—

That was odd. You raised an eyebrow as you hugged yourself, and he wriggled his fingers in the empty air.

Empty? Why was it empty?

He frowned and brought his hand to his face, scrutinizing it. That never happened before. Why wasn’t it working?

“What’s wrong?” you asked quietly, swallowing dryly.

He pursed his lips, unable to quite put his finger on it, so he shrugged. He could get it in another way.

He snapped his fingers with his eyes on you, silently telling you not to move, and you held your breath. Yet, after a beat, he was still empty-handed. Nothing had happened.

He looked at his hand again, puzzled, and you finally laughed awkwardly, running a hand through your hair. “That was— A nice prank, huh?” He glanced at you, and his eyes fixed on a particular spot on your wrist. It made you uncomfortable, and you put your hand down. “So I guess that’s it.”

You meant to go around him and leave as quickly as your weak legs allowed it, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled it up to his face. “What’s this?”

He couldn’t help seething; he looked at his wrist and then back at yours — how was that possible?

Your eyes widened. “What?”

He turned your wrist so you could see it. “The tattoo. My tattoo. How the hell is it on your wrist?!”

You flinched, eyes wide as though you couldn’t believe it. You pulled your wrist to rub the black cross inked there, and he let you go, scoffing bitterly. What the hell was wrong with him tonight? The interruptions, the weird deal, and now his tattoo on someone else’s wrist! 

He gasped, looking at his empty wrist as you frantically brushed yours. That could only mean…

He looked at you and grabbed your wrist again, his fingers right next to the tattoo you had just stolen from him.

You bristled, uneasy, and annoyed. “What are you doing?”

He raised his other hand and snapped his fingers.

You jolted back, afraid of his eyes, and he let you go. He was more relaxed now that his suspicions were confirmed. He looked around and snickered, instantly realizing what had happened as you screamed when you realized you were no longer at the Eliena Hotel.

The hundredth twenty-third floor of the Lotte World Tower had a stunning view over Seoul. You almost stumbled before you sat straight and recognized the observatory, eying the glass floor and windows that allowed a complete view. He knew your stomach was churning, upset from the heights and thrills so far, but he was not thrilled at all.

“How did you do that?” he asked quietly, eying you closely.

“Me?!” You were outraged. “I didn’t do anything! What? How can you even think I could bring us here?!”

“No, not that,” he scoffed, facing you again. “I mean, my tattoo. How is it on your wrist?”

“I don’t know!!” You were freaking out, rubbing your wrist again, but it wouldn’t come off. “Take it— Take it back! Why is it there?!”

He huffed and neared you again, grabbing your wrist and invoking all his power. He felt it when he grabbed your wrist, but somehow, no matter how much he wanted it or stared at it, the cross didn’t budge.

He scoffed and let go of you, almost fuming. You were stupefied and overwhelmed by the situation, and of course, you were. You were a human. No matter how much he’d like to blame you for this, how could you have the knowledge or power to steal his powers from him?

“It’s still there,” you pointed out, jutting your wrist in his direction.

“I know.”

“Well, make it go away!”

“I can’t!” he roared, annoyed.

“You can’t?!”

“I don’t know how!”

“What do you mean you don’t know how?!”

He gritted his teeth and gave you his back, thinking hard about it. But no matter how much he rattled his brain, he could never recall this happening before or any passage in the book about it.

You huffed. “Then I’ll laser it—”

“No!”

He spun to face you, and you were angry. “What? Why the hell not?!”

He opened his mouth to answer but then pointed at you accusingly. “You didn’t sign a deal! I saved your life. You have to make a deal with me!”

Your lips parted as you stared at him as though he had lost his marbles. “What— I said okay when you asked!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t sign it! And now you’ve stolen my powers!”

“Stolen?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Are you insane?”

Taehyung’s expression became as stone-cold as marble. All he did was grab your wrist again, and while you fretted about it, he snapped his fingers.

You gasped as reality changed around you — you were back on the Eliena Hotel’s rooftop. He let go of your wrist with the most sour look on his face. Did you get it now?

“Oh my—” you breathed as you stumbled back, then flinched away from the ledge out of which you had fallen earlier. “This is crazy.”

“Yes, indeed. You have my powers, and I need them back.”

You straightened and faced him furiously. “Well, take them!! This is all your fault!!”

“I told you I can’t!”

You groaned in frustration and composed your dress, finally letting the anger and oddity of the events wash past you. “You know what? That’s not my problem.”

“Don’t you—” He grabbed your arm again and faced you, equally angry at this whole thing. All he wanted was to make a deal! “I helped you. So you have to help me.”

“I really don’t see a reason why I should. I said yes to whatever deal, so you have a verbal agreement.”

“It doesn’t work like that!”

You shrugged. “Not my problem.”

You pulled your wrist free, and Taehyung huffed in exasperation before trying again. “Wait. You must want something. Since saving your life is not enough,” he scorned, irritated. “What do you want in return for your help in returning my powers?”

Your eyebrow quirked subtly as you eyed him from head to toe. Taehyung couldn't wait to hear what futile thing you wanted in exchange for your help. All humans wanted was money and—

“Marry me.”

He choked on his spit. “What?”

You paced around with your eyes on the ledge. “That psycho has a point, no matter if I’d like to admit it or not. Not for the hotels’ clientele, that’s stupid.” You sighed, visibly vexed by the other guy’s imbecility. “My family won’t make my life easy now that I’ve inherited the company. Just because I’m a woman. My grandfather clearly didn’t care, but my younger brothers and cousins seem to have a problem with it. They say I’m too obsessed with work and should start a family instead. Domestic bliss, they call it. What a load of crap,” you snickered, turning to him again. “You have powers, that much is clear. So if we get married, you won’t try to steal my company or force me to abandon my career. I’ll be married, so they can’t say anything about it.”

“So you… want me to pretend to be your husband?”

“Yes, you’ll need to actually marry me.”

“For how long?” he frowned.

You shrugged. “Until they get off my back. Then we can divorce amicably.”

He mused about it. “And you promise you’ll help me get my powers back? Actually, actively help me?”

You squared your shoulders as you faced him, the image of professionalism. “You have my word.”

Taehyung bit down on his tongue as he considered it. Unfortunately, he had already saved you and hence held no leverage on you anymore. He actually had no way to make you sign a contract or help him. And he didn’t have much of a choice. 

He nodded, dark eyes fixed on yours. “Deal.”

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[madamspellmans-met-tet]

Sea, Salt, Thirst

wc: ~1.5 k

tags: TRIGGER WARNING, mommy issues, nonverbal reader, severe depression, angst/comfort, nursing kink but non-sexual ig?, Lilia's boobs could cure my depression, writing pathetic stuff so I don't kms, unnecessarily poetic, not sure if I'll put it on Ao3 might delete later anyway bc what even is this shit, not edited, not beta'ed

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You had been floating on a piece of driftwood, too far out perhaps. And then, out of nowhere, the white whale had leapt out of the abyss and swallowed you whole, taking you down with him as it crashed through the surface. In the belly of the beast, acids dissolved more of you each day, erasing the evidence of your existence.

And Lilia... Lilia tried. It was in her nature to fuss and nurture, but her helplessness in regards to your condition brought it to new heights. She hovered. She worried. She pleaded and held her peace.

Today, you had awoken in the middle of the night, as if a bucket full of ice had been chugged over your head, and had been unable to go back to sleep or do anything except weep. Weep and bawl and wail like a hungry infant. Because you always came back to this place no matter how many miles of running had hardened your soles. Everything you wanted had manifested as a fata morgana out of reach, appearing in the middle of the desert, induced by thirst, the promise of better. But every drop of water in your body had already evaporated in the flaming sun, and you could run no more. The heat struck you down and made you a crinkling, rotting heap in the sand, buried between dunes, whose endless stream of tears were but sand corns falling from your eyes, chafing and scratching your decrepit cheeks.

Lilia came to check on you again in the afternoon, carrying a fresh cup of tea and a burning bundle of sage to "clear your spirits," as she liked to say. You hadn't even touched the cup she'd made you for lunch; it sat next to the equally neglected food that had done nothing more than bother you with its nutritious smell. Your position was the same she'd left you in—curled up in a ball in an unmade bed with crinkled sheets that Lilia couldn't change since you hadn't left it for days, shaking with quiet sobs, tears streaming down your face.

Sitting on the bedside, she put her hand to your forehead and brushed your hair back to get a better glimpse of you. "Sweetheart." A heavy sigh left her. Her voice was distant and muffled, and your eyes as if paralysed. You couldn't look or blink. You could only cry. "What's with all those tears, hm? I hate to see them."

The only reaction your body produced was a fresh wave flowing from your waterline. Lilia tutted and cupped your cheek, moving her thumb in crescents. "Baby..."

You whimpered; something about the word struck a chord within you. Her hand was so warm and tender on your skin, not burning like the sun that made you fade and bleach, but warm like a home warmed by an old, rusty oven; thick and enveloping.

"I'm going to close the shop early," she said and stood up. "Be right back."

When Lilia returned a moment later, she climbed into the narrow wall bed with you and settled against the headboard. Without another word, she pulled you into her lap and began to stroke your head. Her fingers threaded through your hair, separating the strands along your scalp and thereby giving it a gentle massage, and her rings would graze your skin from time to time. Her plush thighs in the very leggings she sold cushioned your heavy, leaden head; a taste of weightlessness to sink into... and the tears fell easier.

"Still not better?" Lilia asked, a helpless edge to her voice.

She wiped at your cheeks with the pad of her thumb. Before she'd removed the first layer of salt, a new one pooled and draped over the finger. She took out a tissue as her next line of defence, but you soaked it within minutes. Your lips, hands, mouth—all dried out and desertificated. You hadn't found water in so long, and all that you'd held within had left you.

"Is there nothing mommy can do?" Lilia's fingers tangled in your unkempt hair, causing a pinch-like pain to shoot across your scalp, but even the pain couldn't find you, brushed right past your weary mind. "For her sweetheart?"

Your eyes squeezed shut with the spillage of more tears, sweeping overboard, pressing through the creaks, and leaving their previous confinement sore and aching dull. You lifted your hands to your burning eyes and clawed your fingers against them, wishing to tear them from their sockets. Your nails sank deeper and deeper into the thin layer of skin until Lilia's fingers curled around your wrist and drew your hands away.

"None of that, baby," she cooed and gathered your loose limbs closer, bending her arm to provide you with a soft place to rest your head while her other hand kneaded your hip. You crumbled more with every touch, like a dry slice of bread for the chicken to pick from the ground with their sharp beaks. "Let mommy hold you. I'll make it all better, I promise."

You closed your eyes, succumbing to the sensations of the infinitely overflowing well and Lilia's arm being the only thing keeping your head above water. It didn't matter what happened to you out there on the ocean, alone amidst the tall, black waves, drifting on a mouldy raft that had infested you already and would die with you before you were washed ashore.

Lilia's clothes shifted around you; sails rustling in the wind. Soft skin brushed against the tip of your nose, and then it bumped against a peak. You opened your eyes and found Lilia's rosy nipple in front of you. She cupped your tear-stained cheek and looked down on you, her face tear-blurred, with an encouraging smile on her lips, nodding.

You opened your mouth just an inch, and Lilia ran her hand over her nude breast, spreading her middle and index finger to slip her nipple in between and guide it between your lips. It was the lightest of brushes. You closed around the small tip and gave a tentative first suck. Lilia let out a long breath, relief, as you did, and nudged her breast around until you found the right angle to suck comfortably. The soft flesh touched against your face as it settled, and she lifted her hand away to tuck a hair behind your ear instead.

"That's it, sweetheart. Latch on to mommy."

It was odd. A terrible vulnerability clutched your heart, but the uncertainty in Lilia's own voice, the rawness, told you she felt the same. Yet, as you continued to nurse, lazy and unhurried, your tears stopped. It went quiet. Everything did.

Her rings and knuckles caressed your cheekbone, slow and languid, falling into a calming rhythm.

"Shhh," she cooed. "No more tears, baby. I've got you."

Cradling the back of your head, Lilia pushed you a bit further into her breast, making you suck her nipple deeper into your mouth. The shape of it pressed against your tongue each time you pulled it in and left a stamp of tingles behind that filled your stomach with a viscous sweetness, chasing away the sickening churns you'd battled for days.

"My sweet girl," Lilia whispered, continuing to hold and caress you, settling into a soft rocking motion. "Mommy's taking care of you now, see? Nothing to be afraid of, nothing to worry about. Just my sweetheart suckling so nicely, like a good girl."

Your breathing evened out, and expelled the spirits from your haunted bones until all that was left was the sensation of your tongue laving against Lilia's breast, growing more hungry for her comfort, diving your nose deeper into the supple swell of it. Muffled noises escaped you, and their subtle hum soothed you just as much as Lilia's gentle voice did.

You spent a while like this; Lilia had sunken further into the pillows supporting her back and sat half-lidded, her hand protective on your waist. You had lulled yourself into sleepiness yourself and slowed, only giving small kitten-licks on occasion. Before either of you could fall asleep, Lilia changed your position so that you lay more comfortably between her legs and your head was pleasantly tucked between her breasts, her slow and steady heartbeat in your ear.

"Feel a bit better?" she murmured into your hair as she combed her fingers through it.

"Yeah," you breathed, nuzzling against her bosom despite already being impossibly close.

"Then just stay like this as long as you want. I'm here just for you," she pressed a kiss into your hair, "and I'm so happy to be able to comfort you, my precious one."

Lilia's arms tightened around you, making it impossible to slip away. All you could do was nestle into the solace of her embrace and let it console you, to surrender into her soft body that moulded to yours and provided you with a place to rest.

"I love you so much, baby. So, so much." She showered you with more kisses, one for each breath you took in her arms. "I'll do anything for you."

[stormyoceans]

EVERYBODY LOOK AT MY BIOLOGICAL FAMILY!!!!!!!!!!!!

[neigepomme]

hi again pomme c: not a request but. puts hand on ur shoulders and shakes u back and forth UR SO FUN TO INTERACT WITH ur always so smiley in all ur posts in so refreshing to see :D i was also wondering...thoughts on random things that mc does that turn caleb on, not like the freaky stuff ifykwim like just things she does that make him look at her with heart eyes

ME WHEN I FALL TO MY KNEES AND START BAWLING AND WEEPING AND SOBBING SNIFFLES.. WAILS..... i'm sorry for disappearing I AM BACK NOW!!! YOU'RE SO SWEET!!!!! 😭😭

also OMG. i do indeed have some thoughts..

caleb loves cooking for you, but he'd be lying if he said that coming home to a meal you made for the two of you didn't make him want to propose on the spot.. especially when you're bashful and say something like, "it's not as good as the thing you made yesterday, but i tried my best," oh man. caleb thinks your best tastes like love in its purest form..

he's also a BIIIIIIG fan of casual physical touch. hugs and kisses are always enough to put a giddy smile on his face, but you know what makes the butterflies in his stomach flap their wings even harder? when you two are watching a movie together, and you place your legs atop his thighs. his hand automatically starts tracing patterns absentmindedly, and the unassuming intimacy makes his ears a shade or two redder.

another thing that gets his heart pumping mega fast is when you lay on his bed and watch him play video games at his desk. somehow, he makes any FPS game soothing, and the soft spoken questions about each other's days while he plays make you drift off to sleep.

on that note, seeing you asleep on his bed? fatality. FINISH HIM! coming home from a busy day at the fleet, and seeing you tucked in his bed in one of his shirts? caleb could die a second time. he has to hold back the cuteness aggression and instead just takes a quick shower before cuddling up next to you..

[viaphni]

iiiiiiii love these two so much

theyre a couple of characters from The Shrouded Shards, a professor red parallel and his son

they are precious and their contributions to the plot are great

cannot wait to post more about these two

[mizuribbons]

DROPS TO MY KNEES SOBBING NOT RUI............... not my boy.... not the guy who has been giving me the most intense brainrot i've ever experienced as of late..... AUGH

I hope you guys realize that the reason Toya got hypnotized in the first place was cause Miku convinced him it'll help Akito and help Akito stop masking his feelings and trying to be tough cause he was got worried. then hypnotized Toya used being able to support and help Kohane just to convince an I hope you guys realize that and no one here is happy and relaxed

[twst-kumi]

Weeping Maiden [ACT I] CHAPTER 11

[Act I] CHAPTER 11

[Name] woke up in her room in Royal Dawn Dormitory. Flora was dozing off on the armchair by her bed. The fairy’s eyes looked puffy from crying. Flora woke up startled by the young girl snorting. The old woman looked at her for a minute before bawling. She was so loud that she could hear running in the mini castle. 

Ambrose barged in the room holding his robe up. He looked disheveled while panting. His eyes darted everywhere before he saw [Name] smiling awkwardly. It was his turn to cry.

“_Oh my sweet child! I was so worried.”

Alerted by the commotion, the other came to see what was happening. Aurelius also teared up as he saw the young girl. She was alive and well. 

“_ Don't scare us like that ever again. 

_ Yes, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't mean to worry.

_ It's not about you worrying us, my dear child. It was dangerous. You could have died.” 

The director said glaring at her worriedly. He wanted to protect her. Not only was she his most delicate student, but she was first and foremost his daughter blood related or not. [Name]’s heart fluttered in front of his sincere eyes.

“_ It's a parent's job to take care and worry about their child. And a father's job to protect their daughter.”

The young girl couldn't say anything. Her heart felt heavy with unknown emotions. She didn't know how to react to it, but it felt good somehow. Like she was waiting for such words, she couldn't stop her tears trailing down her cheek. The old man held her in her arms and [Name] broke down wailing like a little kid. She couldn't help but cry as he hugged her tightly. It was warm. Ambrose’s embrace felt so warm around her. 

A few minutes after, her eyes were puffy and red gaining her some teasing laugh from Vil and the rest. 

“_You look like a baby chick who hatched with your eyes like that.

_Nooo, baby chick are ugly when they hatch.”

[Name] whined still sniffing here and there. The group laughed relieved everyone was alright. They got out with only a few scratch and bruise nothing to heavy. The most worrying peoples were Neige and her who were unconscious for two days. Neige woke up yesterday.

“_About Neige…” 

[Name] started to explain what she saw in his memories as they listened calmly. There was a silence for a moment until Alexis talked.

“_Like I give a fuck! He drugged you! Don't expect me to go easy on him because of his sob story.” 

Aurelius winced at his colorful language but agreed with him nonetheless. [Name] smiled gently at them.

“_ I'm not asking you to forgive him. I'm just stating the core reason for Neige's Overblot. Neige is incapable of valuing himself for what he is. For him, his worth can only be equated to his usefulness.” 

She understood this feeling better than anyone. As a former child actor and having grown up in a toxic family, she understood what Neige had gone through. Unlike her, Neige was probably not aware of his own abuse. 

“_ I see… Well, you may want to know. I decided to exclude Neige for a week.

_ Only a week? Don't tell me you are planning to let him go scoff free!”

[Name] looked at Vil who frowned at Ambrose’s words. She wanted to comments on how Crowley is letting every Overblotted students off the hook without any repercussions. Aside from Leona who almost got disqualified for Magicshift. The RSA director only laughed.

“_ Of course not. But I think that everyone can get a second chance, if they do show determination and sincerity. The same could be said for you. When I call for you as a primary suspect, I wanted to give you a chance to defend yourself. And if you were the culprit, a chance to redeem yourself.”

Vil couldn’t say if he was unconfortable or just jealous. The director knew Neige longer than him, so it was normal to trust him more than the actor. On the opposite, Crowley didn’t hesitate to send Vil the moment the school reputation was brought up. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Thanks to Ambrose, Vil was able to return to school. He covered it as a flu, he and [Name] caught that. The young girl coming from a different and closeted “land”, her immunity system was a bit weaker than them. It was the excuse they gave everyone to explain their absences. 

“_Where is Neige? I would like to talk to him before he leave.”

There was another silence. 

“_Hey! You heard her? So, are you going to hide behind that wall longer?”

Alexis growled looking toward the open door. They could see a shoulder flinching but no other mouvement. Seeing that he wasn’t going to move, the gentle-looking boy felt even more pissed.

“_ COME IN!!! YOU PIECE OF S…. syrup! I was going to say syrup.”

Everyone looked at him unconvinced and Aurelius couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle. He was going to be in trouble if he continued to swear like a sailor. Vil on other side was wondering if it was a normal for small and delicate looking boys to have a foul mouth. This was the second one after Epel. That being said hearing Neige getting insulted didn’t felt bad. He will acknowledge that Neige’s situation was sad, but it didnt mean he would like him. If anything, he had even more resentment toward him. 

Neige walked inside, his eyes darted to the floor unable to confront their stare. Taking on the cue, Ambrose made everyone leave. Aurelius and Alexis couldn’t help but glare at Neige. 

“_Scream if he try to do anything suspicious. 

_ Yeah, we will beat him for you if he try anything so don’t worry.”

Aurelius and Alexis said while burning hole with their glare on Neige. Vil felt refreshed in a way. Look like RSA too could be a little violent. 

Alone, Neige and [Name] looked at each other for moment. The boy looked devastated, remorse was obvious on his face. 

“_ I’m sorry… I… 

_ I never liked you more than a friend, Neige.”

Neige flinched a little. He could feel a lump forming in his throat. He looked at her before smiling at her. He tried to push back on his need to cry. He was  aware, she didn’t share his feeling.He was going to use this week to reflect on it. Deep down he felt like he didn’t have any right on loving her or coveting her affection.

“_ I know… I’m quite aware of it now. I just want to say it at least once. I love you, [Name].”

[Name] was speechless for a moment. His eyes shined with a resolve she never saw in him before. Something changed in him, he looked a little bit more like a man rather than a delicate boy. Both exchanged a small laugh before Neige stood up to leave. She rejected his confession but at least she acknowledged it. 

Neige was walking down the stair under the two freshmen’s glare. It was understandable for them to hate him. Remembering something, he stopped in his tracks and looked at them. 

“_Please, take care of her.

_We don’t need you to tell us that. 

_Just leave already!”

Neige chuckled a little looking at the two. What a duo of  brave little knight they were. 

“_Right, before I forgot. Don’t trust Henry that much.”

Aurelius frowned a little. What does his dormleader have to do with all this? The young man felt his stomach churn. Pushing his worry aside, he walked back inside the bedroom once he was sure Neige left the dorm. 

Act I: Poison of Delusion. (END)

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[glitterguts13]

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY PART1

Father's Day special delivery coming right now! Part 1 is all about the Genshin boys having their babies! Enjoy!

Albedo The candlelight is dim, casting a soft orange glow in the dark room. Hunched over next to his bed, Albedo gasps, one hand clutching onto the bed-frame, the other guiding his unborn child into the world.

“Come on, come on, just-” muffling a groan into his forearm, Albedo cries out at his child drops into his waiting hands. Pulling them up to his chest, he weeps softly upon hearing their soft cries.

“Good girl...oh sweet girl, I’ve got you.”

Bennett

“Oh- oh!” sobbing weakly, Bennett reaches under his heavy belly, fingers grazing over the legs dangling from his burning hole. “N-no, baby, no-wrong way-!” he sucks in a breath, crying out as he bares down with what was left of his waning strength. He stretches open, screaming, a suddenly rush of fluid falls onto the floor as his hands grasp around his squalling newborn.

“Oh-Archons thank you...you’re safe, you’re safe now.”

Diluc

Nails digging into the wooden counter tops of his bar, Diluc roars in agony. Legs spread apart, deep into a low squat, he bares down, cursing under his breath as his newborn slips onto the piles of towels he’d had the forethought to place down.

“Fuck-Oh fuck.” quickly lifting them from the floor, Diluc cradles them to his chest, marveling how just how loudly they cried.

“That’s it, good...cry, just keep crying for me.”

Kaeya

Groaning loudly, Kaeya rolls onto his side, lifting one leg into the air. A slow trickle of fluid running down his thighs, the head bulging against his tight rim of muscles.

“Just. Come. Out!” he groans again, burying his face into his pillow and pushing. All at once, the head pops free, the shoulders turning and slipping out with one final effort.

“Shit,” bringing them to his chest, he strokes a finger over their ruddy cheeks as they wail, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, forgive me.”

Mika “Push, Mika, you have to push.” the midwife busies herself between Mika’s trembling legs, giving the head dangling from his hole a gentle tug.

“Stop-Stop, don’t pull it!” he sobs, pushing despite the pain coursing throughout his aching stomach. All at once, the pressure ends, a screaming little boy placed to his heaving chest.

“Thank you...Archons thank you…”

Razor

The howl tears from his throat, raw and primal as another contraction rippled through his belly. A few wolves poked about, watching curiously as Razor bore down, bringing his pup into the world under the moon and stars. They plops onto the ground, bawling furiously, and Razor quickly brings them to his chest.

“Good pup...good lungs, cry...let the forest hear you.”

Venti

The scream tears through the tranquil night, shattering the peace. Naked and alone, Venti lets out another ear-splitting shriek as his child tears from his narrow hips and into his shaking hands. They flail about, crying and whimpering as Venti cuddles them close, singing a lullaby into their ear.

Baizhu

“Oh, Archons, have mercy-” skin ghostly white, hands clenched around his ankles, keeping his legs spread best he can, Baizhu struggles to push. His belly quivers with another contraction, sending him into a frenzied scream, his baby finally popping free.

“Dearest one- Oh, my little star,” he rambled, bringing the newborn to his chest, and wiping the muck of birth from their face, “Mother is here...I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Chongyun

“Just...a little...more-!” voice muffled with the rag stuffed into his mouth, Chongyun groans loudly. His fingertips graze of the top of the head, pushing with all his strength and gasping as the head crowns fully into his palm. One last push, and it’s squalling loudly, coming to be held tightly in Chongyun’s arms.

“There...there you are, welcome home baby.”

Gaming “You’re so close darling, hang there a bit longer.” Gaming sobs, clutching his mother’s hand tightly.

“Push, push, you’ve got the head out, push Gaming.” she soothes, watching as her grandchild comes into the world with a loud wail, flailing arms and legs. She places the newborn to Gaming’s chest, and he wraps around her instantly,

“Daddy’s here, I’ve got you, Daddy’s here…”

Xiao

The storm rages just outside the cavern. Spear in hand, Xiao anchors himself to it, stabbing the blade into the dirt and holding tight as he bore down. His belly tightened, legs quivering, a strangled gasp leaving his mouth as he feels something large slide from his body. Swiftly, he lifts the child to his arms, marveling at their beauty.

“You’re safe, I’ll protect you, forever.”

Xingqui

“Don’t stop, keep pushing!” legs held back by the midwife, Xingqui wails, clutching at his belly. Each push brought him closer and closer to being done, but doubled the pain. He feels them ripping him open, forcing their way into the world, ready or not.

“Push!” she orders once more, and Xingqui does, mind going blank for a moment before he realizes there’s a squirming newborn on his chest.

“You...little brat...that hurt-”

Zhongli

Slow, heaven breaths, eyes closed in deep concentration. The feeling of his muscles contracting, inching his baby closer and closer to the world, his entrance opening wide, burning as the head starts to peak through.

A soft gasp, hands quivering ever so slightly as he reaches between his legs and lifts his offspring into view.

“What a powerful little one you are,” Zhongli chuckles, exhaustion seeping into his bones, “I’m so very proud of you.”

Arataki Itto

“Ah- fuck!” moaning deeply, Itto gives one last solid push. The tiny pointed horns of his newborn dragging along the tender skin as it emerges, ripping it open. Blood splatters onto the ground, but Itto pays no mind, bringing his precious little treasure to his chest.

“That...was one hell of an entrance kiddo..but didja have to hurt Daddy like that-”

Ayato “Breathe, brother, slow, deep breaths...in and out...yes, like that.” Ayaka presses a damp towel to her brother’s cheek, mindful not to peek under the sheets where the midwife was at work.

“Push, one last push!” closing his eyes and pressing his chin to his chest, Ayato bares down, crying out as the baby enters the world with an indignant warble.

“Give her to me.” he orders, uncaring of the mess left behind, snuggling them into the crook of his arm.

“Welcome…Mommy is so glad to meet you...”

Gorou

“Good job Gorou, just one more push!” two pups already latched to his milky breasts Gorou groans, barely giving any effort before the third of his litter drops into Kokomi’s eager hands.

“Two girls and a son! You did wonderful Gorou.” with a smile, she places the third babe between her siblings, snuffling and whining loudly at the lack of a teat to feed on. Laughing weakly, Gorou gives her back a gentle rub,

“One moment baby...Mama has plenty of milk for you too, don’t worry.”

Kazhua

“I told you, you should have stayed at the harbor!” Beidou cringes as Kazhua lets out another deep, guttural moan, and nearly drops at the sight of the head bulging between her friend’s legs.

“Oh Archons- I can see it!” a slow, even breath, and Kazuha moans loudly through the next push, sending his baby flopping out onto the bed below.

“What do I do with it-”

“Hand it to me.” Kazuha sighs, shaking his head as Beidou gingerly places the screaming infant to his chest. Brave as she is, nothing could have prepared her for witnesses her dear friend being split open.

“Hello little one, Papa is here…”

Heizou

“Oh fuck just get out, please!” pressing his hands atop his heaving belly, Heizou pushes, legs kicking out as the head bursts forth with a spray of blood and fluid. Once more, and it drops onto the sheets between his legs, squirming and furious.

“You...troublemaker.” he pants, bringing them closer, and inspecting them closely.

“You aren’t getting siblings. Ever.”

Thoma

“Oh- Archons- not on the floor-!” halfway from the bath to his bed, the urge to bare down overcomes him. Dropping to all fours, Thoma barely as the chance to reach around and catch the newborn as it plops right into his shaking grasp. Mindful of the cord connecting them, Thoma brings them to his chest, allowing them to latch right to his milk laden breast.

“Two minutes...just two more minutes and we wouldn’t have ruined the floor…”

Alhaitham

“Enough, is enough.” a full day had passed, and the scribe was far past through. The head was crowning, snugly resting between his legs, and with one final effort, fully emerges. Gasping and clawing at the blankets under him, AlHaitham bares down again with renewed determination, relief flooring them him as they enter the world with a shrill cry.

“You certainly took your sweet time, didn’t you?”

Cyno

Growling, deep and feral, Cyno braces himself against the temple wall. The floor under him damp with his waters, body soaked with sweat as he forces his unborn into the world. Sharp reflexes keeps the infant from falling to the ground, and Cyno carefully checks them.

“Ten fingers...ten toes...One whole baby.”

Kaveh

“You’re scaring the other patie-” another earth shattering scream fills the room, followed by a pitiful sob.

“Just get it out, I don’t want to do this anymore!”

“You have to push if you want it out, now, push!” the doctor was more than done with Kaveh’s noise, and was losing his composure over his unwillingness to cooperate. Kaveh does his best, struggling to sit up enough to leverage his body into baring down, screaming bloody murder the whole way.

“There! A girl!” the doctor puts her into Kaveh’s belly, drying her off as the architect babbles incoherently.

“It’s over-I did it-Oh Archons, oh-oh what do I do now-”

Sethos

The desert was his home, and it was where he felt safest. Bringing his baby into the world surrounded by the sand had never been a question of ‘if,’ but ‘when.’ A strong push, a wild scream, and the baby is resting in his hands, bloody and wailing. Chuckling weakly, and falling onto his back, Sethos lie there with them wailing against his chest for a few moments.

“Good work kiddo...good work.”

Tighnari

“Come...on-!” three little big eared kits slept peacefully in their cots, while their Tighnari struggled nearby with the surprise fourth. Coming nearly six hours after the other, and certain he was finished, Tighnari squats next to the cots, groaning as his last kit slides easily into his hands. Panting, he brings them to his chest, wrapping them with a nearby blanket for warmth.

“Don’t worry little one,” he soothes, “I won’t let them tease you for being the runt, I promise.”

Freminet

The water offers some solace as the baby begins to crown, the cool sea easing the burn. He pushes, groaning into the night air, relief flooding him as the baby slides into the water with a cloud of blood and fluid. Taking in a shaky breath, he brings them to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of their head.

“Welcome to the world...Mama will keep you safe, I promise.”

Lyney

“Almost there, just a little more.” Lynnette whispers to her brother, holding his hand tightly as he bore down. He cries out, startled at the sensation of his child leaving his body.

“A boy, you have a son.” she whispers, handing the newborn to Lyney’s waiting hands. He swallows thickly, throat tight with emotion.

���Daddy’s here...you’ll always be safe with us...no one will ever hurt you.”

Neuvillette

Groaning, Neuvillette clings to the side of the tub with enough force to risk breaking the porcelain. His body felt as if it were being torn apart, and he’s grateful not a soul is around to hear the scream he releases as his child barrels into the world. With haste, he lifts them from the water, clutching their squirming form to his chest and nuzzling them gently.

“Don’t cry little one...You are safe and sound…”

Wrio

“Just...a little...more...come on…” he mumbles under his breath, eyes closed in focus as another contraction tears through him. A high scream, and he feels the weight in his pelvis drop, landing safely on the mattress. Opening his eyes, he blinks through years and spies the bloody little thing his body had kept warm and safe for the last nine months.

“Hey champ...welcome to the world.”

Tartaglia

“Shit!” being stabbed, beaten and nearly killed somehow didn’t compare to the sheer torture of having a baby push it’s way through his tight hole. Each push brings it closer to the world, and deepens the pain, but he doesn’t stop, not until he feels them slide careful into his bloodied hands.

“Gotcha...I gotcha kid, I got ya.”

Wanderer

Secluded and locked away from the rest of the world, he questions his own sanity. Why did he allow this parasite to grow off him? Why was he letting it torment him this way? Why was he pushing it out and screaming in pain and feeling all too lost and afraid.

“You...You…” he looks at the newborn's delicate face, screwed up and red as it wailed away, “What do I do with you...”

[mylove-thresher]

Crying. Sobbing. Tearing up. Snivelling. Sniffling. Weeping. Wailing. Bawling my eyes out.

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

•°. *࿐ chan

◦ words: voyage, attention, and dance (< 300 words)

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜

There was a man in a suit kneeling face down beside a grave tightly blanketed by an asymmetrical array of withering daffodils, henbits and shepherd’s purse. A fresh bouquet full of baby's breath (you always ranted about how they deserved to be the star of the show rather than the bouquet filler they were used as) was held close to his chest as if he was hugging them in place of something else. And the usual raging wind was in the mood to be gentle but only the man was there to feel its loving touch. His dancing, prancing hair were at odds with the painting-like stillness of everything else.

Chan wondered what was wrong with him that he couldn't cry. There is a possibility that maybe he couldn’t cry at the funeral because he didn't want the attention to be shifted towards him. But why couldn’t he cry now? When he is alone and on his knees begging for your forgiveness, why does he not weep? Or wail? Or sob? Or whimper? Or bawl? Will it take him twenty years and a voyage to the sea to gather enough salt-infused water to force his eyes to bleed them?

Sometimes he couldn't believe that two years had passed. It's as if the whole cemetery is frozen in time. But he can't complain since you are frozen in his memories too. The depth of your dimples, your floating flyways, the off-pitch of your laughter, the taste of the pitch-black coffee you loved on your lips, and the expression on your resentful face before you stormed off for a drive on a pouring night. Of course, he could remember it vividly. It was his fault for making you angry. It was his fault your car crashed.

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜

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