hearts formed by solicitude and desolation

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ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ . . . . .

ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ ᏟᎾᎷᏢᏞᎬᎢᎬ!

no matter how many movies you watched featuring the end of the world, it was nothing compared to the real thing. at least, if your current predicament was the end of the world, you definitely hadn't expected this.

you still couldn't explain where everyone in the festival had gone, and after leaving as a whole it appeared as if the sudden disappearance wasn't limited to just that area. cars were left unattended, and the streets once busy with pedestrians were empty. you clutched onto chishiya's hand as you walked to no particular destination, scanning the empty streets and abandoned buildings while trying to spot something resembling human life.

it was strange. it couldn't have been an evacuation drill, there was no way that many people would be able to leave so soon without a trace. definitely not a flash mob, since the area was way too large for that. maybe a dream? no, it felt too real to be a dream. if anything, something as bizarre as aliens would make more sense than the plausible explanations in your head. 

chishiya was just as quiet as you walked. ever since you both discovered the deserted festival you had been deep in thought, trying to figure out what was the cause of this strange phenomenon. the blond, however, didn't seem as troubled, instead staring thoughtfully at the empty city. he didn't express his thoughts aloud, but you could see the gears turning in his head. you were sure he was coming up with as many conclusions as you. maybe even some solutions. 

"you know, this is making me believe that our wish really did come true." chishiya finally spoke, sparing you a glance.

you recalled your previous words, realizing with regret that it was true. you had wished for it to be just the two of you. was this what this was? an answer to your desire? 

chishiya stopped walking, his fingers ghosting over the back of your arm. bringing yourself out of your thoughts you turned around to face him, curiosity evident in your expression. 

"what do you think we should do?" he finally asked after several seconds, his eyes studying your face carefully. it was like chishiya knew your spiraling thoughts would cease if you took the moment to occupy them with something else. 

you released a breath, glancing away, "i think we should have a plan, but i know you already have several in that head of yours."

chishiya shrugged, "maybe i do. but i'd like to hear yours."

you narrowed your eyes at him, shaking your head while laughing softly to yourself, "seriously, you gotta stop doing that. you'll take my job away from me."

the man smiled, feigning innocence, "doing what?"

"reading me. you knew exactly what i was thinking."

"you're quite easy to read," chishiya hummed thoughtfully, a playfulness overtaking his tone of voice, "but since you brought up the topic, i suppose i would make a good profiler. i wonder how much money they earn."  he stuffed his hands in his pockets before continuing to tread forward, swiftly glancing back to make sure you were following him.

you quickened your pace to catch up, "not as much as a surgeon. do me a favor and stay in medical school so i don't have to work in the first place."