𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚. 𐩗𝖨𝗇𝗎𝗂 𝗌𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗎❜

━ 00.06

Healing is a sacred thing.

For when we are questioned, does healing matter in a broken world? Does healing relieved us from the cycle of everyday fear?

Healing can be fruitful and grace but this power can only be bestowed upon lucky beings. Only one's worthy of safetyness.

Why are we not all healed? That is the question. If healing is free why are we suffering?

Thus, Inui healed himself in the spirit of y/n. The one who cured his sanity and thirst.

And y/n protected inui from the harsh world. The one who showed her the true colors of life.

Both lovers are made to aid each others hearts. Both succumbed to the ongoing rhythm of each beats.

━ Evening had arrived and the sky couldn't get anymore ravishing.

The stars sparkle in sync with the moon as it dance in the soft fluffy see-through clouds. The horizon was quite as the heavenly bodies strut the galaxy it ruled.

The night was alive and young, so is inui's soul.

The said man sat in the lone corridors of the hospital. Minutes had passed since y/n's body showed movements. And now his here waiting for sora to tell him about her condition.

He wished that maybe this time, everything can fall in the right places.

Pacing back and forth, his footsteps echoed through and travelled in the sanitary filled air of the hospital. He was both frightened and excited to hear what ever news sora brings.

'it's good inui, everything is fine' he tried to compose himself from the tension that chained his heartbeat. He was furiously sweating and praying for something good.

Something miraculous in the ears.

As he spotted sora in the distance, he stopped his pace and straightened his back.

The old woman smiled in greeting, waving her hand a little. She got closer and inui saw her carrying a board with the check ups of y/n.

"Good evening Inui-san" she greeted, lightly patting the mans head.

Inui smiled in return.

"Good evening sora-san, How is y/n's condition?" he asked immediately. clenching his hands in anticipation.

His priority is y/n and y/n only. Nothing else matters not rven him.

The old woman chuckled and flipped through the papers on her board. Skimming through thr pages, she scanned the reports before looking at the boy.

"Y/n-san's condition had improved remarkably. Her body is now healed fully and maybe this week or the next she can gain consiousness." the woman explained.

"Her heart beat is stable and eveything is okay. So Inui-san there is no need to be worried." she said, smiling at the boy.

Inui let out a sigh of relief that he had been holding for so long. Finally, little more and he can hold her again like in the past.

"Thank you sora-san" he said and bowed to show respect for the woman in front of him that helped him greatly.

The woman smiled in awe. She can see the light in his eyes when he spoke of y/n. She can see the love even if by looking at it she can feel it in every fiber of her skin.

Inui seishu was terribly smitten with y/n l/n.

And sora was amazed of this. Even an old woman like her, she believed that inui and y/ns love for each other was beautiful.

"You really love her don't you inui-san" she smiled. Inui stared at her in question, wasn't it obvious?

Wasn't it obvious that inui love y/n? Heck even the gods he prayed at night knew of the measurements of his love for her.

So great it rivaled even the sun.

"Yes i do, I greatly do sora-san."

Even without question Inui seishu can express his love for y/n without talking. Just by looking at her every fool can know that inui seishu fell in the endless pit of admiration.

Y/n too, fell in the arms of inui.

God may i ask, do we give history healing? Or do we forget about all of it...

⌗FXUYU ❞

- Hope this is enough for now. School is draining my brain