𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝.
❝ in which you piece together the fragments of your past...
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Your chest rose and fell erratically.
The dampness overflowing from the crevices of your closed eyelids followed a warm trail down the sides of your temples, in tandem with the choppy sobs filtering past your lips.
"Y/N, wake up."
The hollow ache in your chest was overbearing.
"Y/N."
Calloused hands blotted the sides of your cheeks, wiping away the remnants of your grief.
"Come on, wake up."
Gentle, yet firm pressure lifted your torso off the cold surface. The change in gravity made you instinctively lurch forward.
Your eyes shot open.
Kita's worried gaze bore into yours. He knelt beside you, hands steadying your trembling figure as you released another small whimper. A fresh onset of tears streamed past your waterline.
"It hurts." You choked out, digging your clenched fist over your ribcage.
The straining, elastic pain tugging at your heartstrings was suffocating.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Hesitation radiated off the silver-haired male as he slowly pulled you towards him. Your head met the grove between his neck and collarbone and you instinctively sought comfort in his consoling gesture, snaking your arms around his waist.
