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[ahopelessromantika]

"If you need me, I'll be there to help you," he once told her.

Now looking at the graveyard bearing his name in front of her, she lets out a rueful smile.

"I need you. But you can't help me now."

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[ahopelessromantika]

"You're a monster."

Her lips part into a bright grin as she pulls her battered form into an unsteady stance, leaning on her katana to support her weight. Blood spilling down her chin, she tosses her messy curls over her shoulder and tilts her chin in defiance.

"I know."

His eyes narrow as he readies his own blade. "You'll die."

In response, she gives him a gentle smile, full of affection and love, her dimple hollowing even as tears begin flowing down and a sob rips out of her throat. Her hands shake as she pulls her katana from the ground and holds it in front of her, her vision blurring.

"If it means saving you, I don't mind."

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[ahopelessromantika]

"Why did you do this?"

"What do you mean?"

"This." He gestures at the carnage in front of them. "This. The only thing these people have done is threaten my clan."

Anger swirls in her like a burst of colors, and she spins on her heel to look at him with narrowed eyes.

"Why? Because you're mine. Mine, you hear?" Her bloodstained lips part into a snarl. "And no one, absolutely no one, hurts what's mine."

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[ahopelessromantika]

"If I were to fall off a cliff, would you catch me?"

"When I was the one who pushed you off? Nah."

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[ahopelessromantika]

"You're a maniac," he spits, blood dribbling down his chin and hatred alight in his eyes.

Playfully, she smiles and crouches to his eye level, a dainty finger coming to hook his chin, tilting his head up to meet her gaze.

"Why, darling, you didn't complain about that in bed."

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[ahopelessromantika]

"Cake?"

"Only if you feed me."

"Oh yeah, I forgot you don't have your hands anymore."

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[ahopelessromantika]

"Are you in love with him or the idea of being with him?"

"Can't it be both?"

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[ahopelessromantika]

"You know, you're like a dog."

She tears her gaze from her book and stares at him, appalled. "Excuse me?"

"I mean," he shrugs helplessly, now starting to regret he ever opened his mouth," you talk a lot, and dogs bark a lot."

"Excuse me?"

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[ahopelessromantika]

"You're just stressing this out. Calm down."

"Calm down? You tell me to calm down after killing a fucking person?"

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[ahopelessromantika]

"You'd drink poison for me."

"For you?" She tilts her head to the side and chuckles. "No, darling, I wouldn't."

He smirks and hooks his index finger under her chin, his thumb lightly brushing her bottom lip. "But you'd go to hell just to revive me, wouldn't you?"

"Darling," she purrs, and her petite hand grabs his own and places it over her scarlet-tinted lips, gently kissing it before licking it with a wicked smile, "why do you think you're still alive until now?"

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[ahopelessromantika]

"He's a monster."

"But he's mine to protect."

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[ahopelessromantika]

"You knew," she says accusingly.

He shrugs, unapologetic. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"My parents' death..." Her hand finds purchase on the crook of his arm, and she curls it into a bruising grip. "It was you all along."

His eyes are blank even as he curves his lips into a smile.

"Do you regret marrying a murderer then?"

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[ahopelessromantika]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged from you! :3

--@luna-barton13

1. Materials that satisfy my hobbies (such as but is not limited to: yarn, crochet hooks, notebooks, art supplies, novels, etc.)

2. Anything that gives me validation (such as but is not limited to: compliments, affection, hugs, reblogs, likes, etc.)

3. Animals (any kind as long as it has fur)

4. Desserts (or anything sweet, really)

5. Fun stuff (such as but is not limited to: hangouts with friends, shopping for school supplies and make-up, quality time with my family, etc.)

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[ahopelessromantika]

"You're so, so, so pretty!" she cooes.

He blinks at her, incredelous.

"Are you...are you talking to your reflection in the mirror?"

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[ahopelessromantika]

I fell in love,

I faded out of that love,

I moved on from that love,

I forgot about that love.

Because the love I dedicated,

Was never reciprocated.

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Note: Well, what can a gal say? I love too hard but move on too fast when I reach a dead end 💀.

[ahopelessromantika]

"I think...I think I'm dying."

He scoffs at her and places a damp cloth over her forehead. "It's just a fever. It'll die down after a few hours or so."

"Noooo..." she whines pitifully. "My head aches, I have snot up my nose, my throat hurts bad..."

"Because you're sick," he stresses out.

"Then help me."

"I am helping you."

She scrunches her nose in disdain. "In romance novels, the male lead usually kisses the female protagonist to take away her cold."

"Too bad you're not living in a book. And how am I supposed to look after you if I also catch your sickness?"

"I don't know..." she slurs, lethargic and clearly not thinking straight. "We could be sick together."

"Sounds awfully romantic."

"Yeah. So will you kiss me now?"

"No."

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[ahopelessromantika]

"What are we?"

"Well, what do you want us to be?"

She fell silent and pointedly looked at the ceiling. "You know what I want."

He did, yes, but he wanted to hear it directly from her. Shrugging, he leaned back against his chair. "I don't."

Hesitation lined her stiff form and he saw her resolve faltering until it stuttered into nothingness.

"Okay." She plastered on a tight-lipped smile and stood up from her seat. "Nevermind."

He watched her go, never realizing the opportunity that slipped past his fingers.

His reflection on the rearview mirror of his car stares back at him when he glances at it, fully submerged in his high school memories as he waits for the traffic light to go green.

Maybe if he hadn't played dumb—

Maybe if he hadn't acted like he didn't care even though he did—

Maybe if he had stopped her from leaving—

His phone rings breaking him out of his trance. He glances at the caller ID and momentarily stiffens before answering the call.

"What," he asks flatly.

A familiar cheerful voice filters through the speaker. "Just checking if you're already on your way. My wedding's commencing in ten minutes, where you at right now? Can't have the ceremony starting without my high school best friend."

Friend.

He swallows a snarl at the word.

"I'm just around the block," he replies coldly then mentally slaps his cheek. Shut it, he hisses at himself. For her sake, don't ruin her wedding day.

A noncommittal hum. "That's good," she says, clearly unphased by his answer. "I was kinda expecting that you wouldn't come."

And that hits home. Because he's been nothing but a selfish bastard to her even when they were still in high school.

"Well then," he hears the sound of shuffling on her end, "good bye."

Good bye.

He stares at his phone when the call ends, and pushes the regret and bitterness swirling in his heart.

Maybe if he had told her about his feelings back then—

Then maybe, just maybe—

"Dammit!"

—he would be the one to say the groom's wedding vows to her today.

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Note: okay, but why is this so long owemjiii! I was just planning on making a short skit, but my imagination and arsenal of words had other plans (⁠T⁠T⁠)