𝐸𝑊. ┊ 𝐿𝐸𝑉𝐼 𝐴𝐶𝐾𝐸𝑅𝑀𝐴𝑁

𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖵𝖤𝖭 - 𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖲

𝙏𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙨 ( 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 )

ꨄ

"Y/N."
It was a voice of honey. Sickly sweet.
"I'm so sorry."
Words never spoken. Apologies were never needed. Their touch was golden, like the warmth of sunrise through panes of glass.
"This was all a mistake."
Their tears were like drops of rain upon your face. They were small prayers that poured from orbs of beauty.
"I'm sorry I did this to you."

A kiss on her forehead that felt like a rose. Their lips were gentle and kind. Never had she heard something more angelic or felt something as soft and magical.
With a hand combing through her hair, she meant something to someone. With a lullaby stuck in her head, she was cared for by someone.
She held onto their arms, warm and safe. Here, within their hold, nothing could go wrong.
She could sleep here for an eternity.
There was no reason to awaken. There was no reason to return to the cruel world beyond her eyelids. Here, within the dark warmth of her dream, everything was perfect.

But, Y/N, aren't you alive for a reason?

With the small tickle of a dandelion's white puff against her nose, Y/N crept her eyes open.
The sky was yellow, covered with thick clouds that spread across like paint. A bird flew above, singing a short tune.
She lied within white and yellow flowers, warm from her body. Her blood still ran. Her lungs still filled. She was alive.
Pushing herself up, Y/N winced at the pain that struck her leg.

It was swollen rather badly, Y/N cursed as she felt around for signs of it being broken.
She was sure it wasn't, but it still hurt more than anything she'd felt before.
Y/N struggled to find a reason to stand. It had been her fault she was now alone again. She had failed. She had lost her friend.
The wind howled like the weeping she'd been forced to hear every night. The torment, the sorrow, those tears had given up.
Y/N couldn't give up too.