hearts formed by solicitude and desolation

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ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ . . . . .

w̴̺̣̭̣̳̮̰͕͓̗͕̯̯̝̍͋a̷̩̝̘̿̑̅͒̄̑̒͆̚͠͝k̷̗͍͙̟̈̈́̌͘e̴̦͍̠̘͉̘͚͊̽͌̍͘͘͝ ̷̞̗̱͙̩̺͓͉̠͉̟͇̤̪͌͐̈́u̸̙̪̬̬̲̣̼̍̂͋̓̕ͅͅp̸̖̹̙͎͍̠͈̭̫͖̯̝͕̔̈ͅ

ᎪN ᏌNᎬXᏢᎬᏟᎢᎬᎠ ᎬᎡᎡᎾᎡ ᎻᎪᏚ ᎾᏟᏟᏌᎡᎡᎬᎠ. ᏢᏞᎬᎪᏚᎬ ᏚᎢᎪNᎠ ᏴY.

ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ . . . . .

y̷̧̢̹̘̘͔͈̓̕ͅo̸̧̧̟̠̰̜͔͓̰͖̜̻̔̆̉͛̓̿ủ̷͓̹̩̆̄̑̌ ̸̰̻̥̘͍̻̥̮͍̰͓͔̯̠̆̐͋́͒͑͝͝͠͠h̷̛̫̦̼̊̿̊̊̿͐̅͋͒̉̃̚͝ǻ̵̜̱̹͝ṽ̸̨̧͍͎̻̜̠̥̾̓͑͂̂̂̑̈̈́̚̚̕͜ë̵̮̈́̈́͗͒̋͂̐̉̈͘͠ ̴̡̠̖̩̞̲͉̰̗͌͗͊̉̎̈́̃̅͗t̸̛͕̙̗̲̝̻͙̳͖̟̩̹̪̯̳̊̒̂̓͒͌͂ỏ̷̧̜͓͉̲̙̩̉̓͆̉̌̈́̈́́͗͝ ̷̨̫̭͍̓̂̏̑̽͑͂͗̄̃̑̊͆͜w̶̡̤̱̜͓͍̞̰͎͍͓̪̺̮̓̽͗͊̆a̷̡̞̠͖͚̯͕̝̺̫͖̭̲̹̘̒̉͑̋͝ḵ̵̡̨̛͍͖̳̲̭͎̳͑ȩ̷̢̨̢͔̹̪̮̲̮͕͔̭͆͑͑͂̿͂̄̀͠ ̶̢̞͔͖̳̟̳̪͉̙͍̤̓͛͊̆͌̊̈́̔̒̈́͗̾̊̚u̷̧̧̞͍͉̬͍̫̙̞̙̥̹̳̓͌̐͌̀͋͗͜͠p̵̧̡̤̥͎͕͚̒͑̐͛̓̀̃́͛͑̄͌̄͘͝

ᎬᎡᎡᎾᎡ ᏟᎾᏌᏞᎠ NᎾᎢ ᏴᎬ FᏆXᎬᎠ. ᎠᎾ YᎾᏌ ᏔᏆᏚᎻ ᎢᎾ ᎡᎬᏚᎬᎢ?

⊗YᎬᏚ ◯ NᎾ

ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ . . . . .

d̴̠̈ơ̵̛͙͛ ̵͚̲̀̃̌ȳ̷͎͎̩̻͓ọ̷̝͇̭̖͗̄́͒̚u̵̝̮͈̺͌ ̵̰̱̲̗̅̕͠r̶̬͚̲̗͆͜͝e̶̫͙̬̟̖̓̈́m̸̬̯̦̟̩̐ė̸̢̤̟̟͙̀̑̚̕m̸̘̌b̶̬͈͔͔͖̃̃̔̒͂é̵̙̟͂̑̇͌r̷̳̱̮͊̚͜͠?̸̬͐̌̔͑̕

ᏞᎾᎪᎠᏆNᏩ ᏟᎾᎷᏢᏞᎬᎢᎬ !

"CPR!"

"conscious level clear!"

"stretcher! i need a stretcher!"

"get them to a hospital immediately!"

the sudden rush of voices startled you, eyes blinking rapidly against the bright lights and foreign faces hovering above your figure. you released a sharp gasp, lungs gulping desperately for air that would not come. who were these people? where were you? your fingers twitched by your sides, and vaguely you recognized the texture of grass. okay, so you were outside, but that didn't answer the question of who these people were and why you felt like you just died and came back.

"wha-what hap-" you tried to speak, switching between the different structures of bone sculpted to create their features. another question arose as you searched, causing your panic and confusion to heighten considerably, "chi-chishiya. wheres-wheres chishiya-"

one of the individuals gently pushed you back down when you tried to sit upright, fingers placed along your shoulders in what was meant to be a reassuring touch, "calm down. we're gonna take you to the hospital. can you tell me your name?"

you shook your head, throat dry and lips trembling, "my-my boyfriend. he was-he was just here. where is chishiya-"

whatever words you tried to sputter next didn't quite reach her ears, and soon enough your pleas turned into low groans as they picked you up and placed you on a stretcher. you tried, desperately, to glance around the area in search for a strand of blond hair or a glimpse of hickory brown, but all you could spot were faceless bodies and rubble. wails and shouts echoed in your ears, rattling in your brain and so so loud. you tried to tune in to the sounds, hoping that one of the voices belonged to the male no where in sight. but no matter how much you concentrated, the pain spiking through your body and the overload of senses rendered you dizzy, and you could not fight back the exhaustion consuming your body.