⟢ "until death do us part, my darling."
muzan threw away all his memory of the life he had before he had transformed into a demon. this included the one memory he used to wish he would never forget ...of the one he once called "his love."
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" the looming death stands before it, lies the heartbroken the moment he longed "
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"my love, you must rest." you whispered to the black-haired man laying in front of you. you gently brushed your fingers through his slightly matted hair. he hadn't gotten a proper night's sleep ever since he had received news that this disease may be incurable. despite having everything he wanted to see with him, his greed wouldn't let him die without more of your presence.
"but, [name], i simply wish to see your beautiful face." he sent a weak closed-eye smile your way. you flinched slightly at his words and heat rose to your cheeks. you hit him lightly as you released a chuckle. your chuckle faded and you both looked at each other in silence. suddenly, you took a peek at the clock, only then realizing how late it was. you released a heavy sigh at the fact of leaving muzan in his current state. begrudgingly, you leaned forwards and gave him a peck on his forehead. he smiled contently at your action. his smile slowly faded as he drifted off into a dream.
picking yourself up from beside his futon, you walked over to the sliding doors. you opened them slowly to not bother muzan with the sound. you took one last look at his pitiful state and watched his strained face. a tear slipped from your eye, but you quickly brushed it away with your sleeve. you hated seeing him in such a way, but it couldn't be helped. no matter how hard the doctors tried, no cure could be found. every time you hear that sentence 'no luck,' your hope diminishes more and more until eventually none will be left. however, you wouldnot let this be shown to muzan. you must put on a brave face for him.
you encountered his parents on the way out and bid your farewells. you set your hand on the door and let it rest there for a moment. soon after, your brows furrowed in pain and your hands shook rapidly. a painful sharp breath was heard from you. you quickly opened the door and sped-walked out into the snowy night. your breaths were visible as you rushed home in a frenzy. these sickly episodes have been getting increasingly worse as the days go by.
seeing the door to your beloved home made you release a shaky sigh of relief. however, just as you neared the door, your feet clasped against each other, causing you to tumble downwards into the snow. you tried to lift yourself from the ground, but your muscles stiffened. you managed to slowly but surely made your way onto your knees. your breaths started to feel shallow and your heart began to beat at a rapid pace. you tried to ignore it as you started to try to get back onto your feet. the sudden burning in your throat stopped you dead in your tracks. metallic-tasting liquid rose to your throat and into your mouth. in a desperate attempt to stop the action, you covered your mouth with your hand. you burst into a coughing fit, blood eventually making its way through your fingers. it began to drip down your hand and tainting the once pristine, white snow into a morbid, crimson color.
a door suddenly burst open and out came a shadowy figure. you tried to strain your head, but you had no strength to lift any limp. your vision began to slowly fade and you swayed back and forth. muffled yells were heard on both sides of you, but you couldn't understand anything that they spoke. a warm, gloved hand landed on your shoulder, shaking you lightly yet frantically. a sudden realization hit you that it was your father, hisao. you tried to talk to him, but the only thing that came out was noises of sputtering blood. you felt yourself fall forwards feeling too tired to keep yourself upright. your vision faded to black as the outside voices got increasingly louder.
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"[name], please!" a feminine-sounding voice drifted across the desolate, snowy land. a limp body laid in her arms as the woman screamed in agony.
"hold on!" another voice perked up, this one sounding more masculine.
