Hopeless love

one shot

I FEEL FULL OF FLUFF

SO LET ME GIVE YOU FLUFF

Book name credits: (Innocent standby- in discord)
ImJustNothingHaha

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Life is filled with mysteries.

The future it uphold derives from the choices we take. Or so they say.

Sure there are things that happen due to our bad and good choices we make, yet there comes a time where things change and we weren't the main cause of it.

Maybe we were?

Maybe we were tools used for entertainment. Tools to please the constellations or entities that view us from above.

Maybe were are just puppets, working as we were programed to act.

Life is a mystery, yet we survive... just because we can't die yet.

To see what the future uphold and maybe changes for the better?

Yet, these people never imagined the world to come to this extend.

The builds as well as roads, cluttered with hideous looking monsters.

Powerful and sly, would they even be able to survive?

Screams.

Painful scream scatter around the world.

Some frighten they might get eaten while some yelling in desperation as they lost a limb.

They begged and they prayed.

Will it even help them survive?

Humanity was at risk, yet nobody could help.

The monsters were humongous. how would they even be able to survive?

Maybe they looked pitiful?

Little tiny little ants in gods eyes getting squished by the monsters with no self protection.Maybe that was why they were  gift with abilities.

Yet like the gods were mocking them, some didn't have abilities that would fight.

Maybe they were actually tools for entertainment.

Maybe that was why to spice their lives a little, these hideous creatures were sent.

Hope.

Sanity.

Will.

Slowly none of them started to matter.

"We are surviving cause we haven't died yet" And the midst of if, love and family slowly started to get forgotten. Yet, there came a time when two broken soul crossed each others path.

One man lost his home, his home town to be exact. Broken into rags as he was the only one to survive.

The brown hair male, so puppy like he could be.

The only think that kept him alive was due to his ability to wield sword. Maybe he should be thankful for his ancestors to pass down the Choi sword art. Maybe he should be thankful that few of his family disappeared causing the family to learn more about self protection.

However, such cruel world it was, being the only sole survivor.

Another man never had a home.

More so like a curse lingered up on him.

He lost everyone and everything dear to him. He saw no light in his life, yet he hated the feeling of pain.

Survive, that was the only things everybody as ever told him.