él - Technoblade.

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 92 - ℭ𝔯𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤

ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴄᴏᴛᴛᴀɢᴇ, ᴋɪɴɢꜱʟᴇʏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ʙᴇᴅ.

Yesterday was probably one of the worst days to existence. I remember sitting at the table where Quackity left me and crying for a few minutes. I eventually moved and went home and then continued to cry more. The point is, I wasn't doing to good today, and I had already woken up with a banging headache.

I desperately wanted to go back to sleep but Kingsley was already waking up and my headache wasn't going to go away till I at least ate some food. I groaned and made my way to the bathroom grumpily. I started the bath, and then walked into the Kitchen. Kingsley patiently waited by his food bowl, and I put his favourite food in. I then opened each cupboard and ate some left over chicken from yesterday's dinner.

I checked on my bath and turned off the tap when it reached the middle. I turned on the cold tap and waited for 2 minutes. I stripped off my pants, and before I could remove any other clothing, Kingsley started barking and scratching to be let outside. I waited to the front door and opened it. Kingsley ran past a random basket sitting on the stairs.

I frowned but picked it up and put it on the table sitting in the sitting room. Should I open it now? My bath is going to get cold. I sighed and stood back up to go in the bath first. I stripped off my clothes and then climbed into the warm bath. I finally felt relaxed, I finally felt at some sort of peace. Most importantly, I felt in control.

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My hair was damp, and small water droplets hit the floor as I walked back to the outlandish basket sitting, as if it was watching me. I felt somewhat uneasy around the basket. Nevertheless, I sat in front of it. My eyes running over the pink ribbon around the edges, and the small handles sitting at the top. I touched one of the handles and put it aside, so the middle opened up.

The first thing I noticed was a bunch of pink scrunched up paper in the basket. Then a delicate letter sitting on the top. It had my name in neat writing and I immediately noticed it was Techno's. My fingers shook as I contemplated whether to just put the letter down and ignore it, but I turned it over and started undoing the envelope. I was afraid of what it would say.

Was it going to be an apology? Was it Techno saying we should take another break? What if he wanted nothing to do with me or the baby? Was I truly destined to be alone and fighting for the things I can't have? My mind swirled with possibilities, good and bad.

Inside the envelope, was a cute small card. On the front of the card was infact a small bunny, and the careful words, 'I love you.' Suddenly, my mind eased itself. I opened the card, and it was full to the brim of need letters combined to make beautiful words. I read it slowly.

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴏʀᴀ,

ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ɪᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴍᴍᴇɴꜱᴇʟʏ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱɴᴛ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ.

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ, ꜰᴏʀ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴋɪɴᴅ, ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀʀᴅ, ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.

ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ.

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴇɴᴅ. ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ʜᴇʟʟ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴛ.

ᴛʜᴏʀᴀ, ɪᴍ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇᴛʏ.

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛꜱ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴍʏ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪɴᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴇ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ.

'ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏ'.

ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏʀ.

Drops of wet, salty tears were hitting the card. The ink didn't smudge however, and the haunting words of his goodbye stood black before my own blurred eyes. My body wasn't in my control anymore, my heart was making the decisions and before I knew it, I was running.

The lack of breath didn't stop me, my throat turned cold before I slowed down. I wasn't even wearing shoes or proper clothes; I was in a night dress after coming out the bath and my hair was still damp. I didn't waste any time, I just continued to run. I needed him, more than anything. I didn't want him to leave, I don't want that to be our last chapter.

I wanted more chapters with him. Our story wasn't coming to an end – I was sure of it.

So I ran. Harder. Fas . Till i was almost tripping over my own speed. I didn't even stop when the cold snow touched every part of my body. Although our story was repetitive, it wasn't unloved. We just need more time, more patience. I didn't want to become what we started off as, strangers. The ink surely wasn't running out, not now.

I pummelled my fists into his doors. He must be home, he can't not. My fear of loving him was no match for my fear of losing him. Finally, the door opened, and I crash landed into his arms. I didn't care, nothing did, not the fact I was struggling to catch my breath, or the cold was nipping aggressively at each part of my skin. He was hesitant before he realised, and as soon as he did, his arms were wrapped so tightly around him. I was warm.

"This isnt the end of us. Our story has so many chapters left. Im sure of it. I have been just as selfish, if not more. I know you didn't mean it, but I pushed you away because I was scared. Truth is, I still am Techno, but I love you so this cant be the end. There is no next time or next life for us, we're here now, and I love you." I ranted into his ear, "I studied each part of you. Your freckly shoulders, to each and every scar, and I love each inch of you. You can't leave, not now. Not when I love and know so much of you."

And I stepped out of the hug to see his pink eyes. The ones I had grown to love so much over the 2 years. The ink hasn't run out, this is a new pen to write our story onto paper.

"Thora." His voice croaked, he was trying not to cry, "Im sorry. I thought I lost both of you."

"Never. I promised." I cried. We both cried.

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