Tw: Some mentions of depression
Red strings wrapped around my wrists and torso, keeping me unable to move with the sheer strength of them. Well the strength isn't what's so dangerous bur it's also the mind manipulating powers...erase memories, create a kind of telepathy, replace memories. It's madness.
"Really a shame how you still have the braid Rose did for you, Weller." I state. "The fact Rose could be watching as a spirit is heartbreaking."
"Well, best if she loses all feelings for me because I sure as hell won't go back in the afterlife, if she loses her love for me then she'll move on from being a spirit while I don't even become a spirit, I become nothing." he responds.
"Doing this in a sick way for a good cause, you're much more emotionally driven than you show." I mutter.
Weller smiles amusedly and then breaks out in laughter. I've never heard him laugh other than chuckling but he's full blown laughing. The strings disappear and I'm able to move freely, yet he's still laughing. I don't understand.
He eventually manages to stop and starts to slowly clap, looking straight at me. I don't feel scared but more on guard, pissed and more dislike towards him. I really can't hate him or anyone as a matter of fact but I sure can strongly dislike someone and Weller, my dislike for him is for the sick situation he put me in which would affect my loved ones or hundreds of innocent terribly.
"Guess you really do listen to the philosophical shit I've said." he states.
"Well your philosophy applies to anyone and that includes you yet you're fucking nuts." I reply. "You're emotionally driven like any other yet your emotions also don't exist."
"Sounds like depression..." he raises an eyebrow. "I'm not depressed or suffering from a mental illness but interesting, isn't it?"
Memories of my childhood hit me, my terrible family with no sense of common sense having me driven into depression already when I was 15. It is like that, you wanna scream, beg for help yet you're too numb and tired for anything. Glad I'm not in a place like that anymore but it's dark, very dark.
"Sure..." I mumble. "Alright, I'm out."
"Bye."
"Hope your plans don't go as you want, fuck off." I say.
Rose's POV
Even if I'm a spirit again, my eyes still tear up. I fucking hate him but I just can't stop loving him, I can't stop but it's breaking me. WHY!? Why is he like this...!? For what reason does my husband do this? It hurts...the fucking bastard won't reunite with me in the afterlife and I don't know why he doesn't want to. Why put Harry in such a situation on the deadline...
"Rose." Weller says, looking right at me. "A spirit's tears are still real, you're still here, huh? I'll die alone, move on from me. I lied to Harry, I almost manipulated Asher all because I want to, might aswell make them hate me in the end because I want to, you should move on because you need to."
I fall on my knees, not noticing the impact I feel when I'm on the floor. It hurts...it hurts so fucking badly, he's suffered. His own parents beat up slaves right infront of him when he was a toddler, he knew about the depressing world and knew way more than any adult at the age of 7 and witnessed war where he couldn't save his own kind.
Tortured, destroyed, awareness as a child, no childhood, fucking destroyed and near immortality, this is who he is because of everything. I just want my husband to find peace...I just want those affected by him to find peace. Yet he destroys it all the moment it gets better.
The feeling of arms wrapping around me and warmth immediately surrounding me appears...I'm physical again!? Weller, he's hugging me, both his hands on my back and my head on his shoulder.
"Shh..." he hushes. "I told you to move on..."
"I don't care, I don't want to until you properly end up in the afterlife with me because you're the only person who genuinely loved me!" I yell, it hurts, it fucking hurts.
"Love, as much as I want to be with you in the afterlife aswell, there's no point if you'll just keep ending up in these situations." he states. "Move on and you'll no longer have to think about this, even if you don't want to now, moving on really will just make it meaningless since you'll forget."
I fucking hate his smart mouth. I hate how he has a point and it hurts...it hurts so much because I can't argue against it. He always won in our arguments because of it and now is no different. I can't move on, I want him so badly, I want him so fucking badly until the end of time.
Even if he does messed up things like now, I can't move on...I don't wanna move on alone, I want someone by my side. I want him, Weller Hanamer is the only person I want by my side. Asher, Harry, Liza, everyone else still has a life left.
"Love..." he whispers, breaking me out of my thoughts. "You're safe now."
"Nuh uh, I'm lonely." I sniff. "Be a good fucking husband and get rid of that loneliness when you die."
"Rose, that loneliness will disappear if you move on." he states.
"I don't care, I don't want it that way." I mutter. "You're mine and only mine."
"I know, Love." he pulls me in even tighter, stroking my hair gently.
I look at him quietly and notice there's still a mark on his cheek from when I slapped him...fuck. By instinct, I raise my hand to touch it and it glows green, healing the mark. My demon powers are here atleast. He melts and closes his eyes, finally I can see a glimpse of peace...
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Mmmmmmmm, vampire losing his mind
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