EROTIC FAIRYTALES YAOI COLLECTION

TOWARDS BETTER DAYS

This is an impulsive chapter and isn’t really a fairytale but after reading the manga Sutenaide My Hero, I got inspired and wrote this. This maybe the longest one-shot I’ve written, with more than 26k words and the ending maybe abrupt because it was a sudden story, but I hope you still give it a try. This chapter contains mentions of suicide abuse and a whole lot of angst, so if it’s not your cup of tea kindly skip this chapter.
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Looking up here the city is bustling with many colors it’s like everyone’s happy and he is the only miserable soul alone out here. He could feel the cold seeping in his clothes. Every part of his body is trembling but he felt numb.

He lifted his hand, finger trying to trace the raised bite mark on his collar bone, but felt the sticky burnt flesh instead. It was fresh and still dripping with blood, the raised skin around it forming blisters rapidly. However he could not feel any pain from it. Only the despair that the only thing that he was trying to hold on to was completely destroyed forever.
He was supposed to be over joyed. But instead he felt hollow.

The happiness he felt was like fresh snow in a cold winter. Flitting and short lived. He got what he was desperately hoping for but instead of feeling happiness, he felt all the more empty. He had exhausted all his will. Lost all his hope. The sanity he was keeping guard tightly was crumbling like a precarious candle in the middle of a storm. He thought that if he finally crossed that wonderful place beside his beloved all will be suns and rainbows, instead what he walked through was a mirage. Those beautiful life he imagined disintegrated like smoke.

What was he living for then? Was it all for nothing? Is it even worth continuing? No one will miss him. The only person he loved and cherish, probably the only person to care about him however harsh nor shallow the reason was, hated him now. He lost his place by that person’s side, with that his purpose too. So what was he here for then?

For an omega like him. Being rejected hurts, but being marked and dissolving that bond is equivalent of death itself. He could not feel the harsh cold, nor the frozen tears he could not feel anything at all. Maybe he was long gone, but he was desperately holding to that person.

The harsh voices he tried so hard to burry in his mind, resurfaced like old friends lashing on his invisible wounds embedded tightly only he can see. The crippling hate both from him and towards him were chipping away at his already frazzled mind that all he wanted to do was end it all. He longed for the quiet peace. Maybe it was time to listen and believe, maybe he really was better off dead anyways.
There was no room for regret, nor was there a doubt that he was truly spent.

He exhaled and let everything go.

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How did it all start? It started that fateful day when one strange omega ambushed an emotionally guarded alpha.

“I like you Alex. You saved me from the bullies in middle school. I have liked you ever since, So hmmm if it’s okay with you I would like to go out with you! ….Uhm is it hopeless?”

Alex stared at the teary eyed guy in front of him. Light brown curly hair tied at the nape. Clear blue eyes behind big lenses.

Did he really do something significant as that? Thinking back everyone around him was attracted to his alpha status one way or another.
Thinking back he barely remember something like that happening was it in high school?….

Alex is an alpha, he looks so handsome

Is he rich? What does his father do?
Let’s befriend him, it’s cool to hang out with an alpha.