(A/N: THIS STORY IS NOT CANON!!)
Kotoha's POV
I'm nearly tripping as my lungs gasp desperately for air. There is only one thing going on inside my head; getting away from him. The person who I thought was saving me from my misery.
I grip onto my two babies, my lungs telling me to stop for air. But I don't. My head is spinning and I can't think straight.
I blink hard as I collapse on the side of a cliff, breathing hard. My lungs feel like they're burning. I feel like they're going to explode.
I'm going to die.
With shaking hands, I slowly pick up my little baby boy. He is looking at me with his beautiful, glittering eyes filled with life. I gently pat his cheeks, ready to drop him in the rushing waters below.
I know I don't have much time. I ignore the tears falling down my cheeks, slowly letting go of my baby boy's body, looking at him fall, fall, fall down the cliff.
I have no time. I grab my baby girl, getting ready to drop her down to the flowing rivers. I pray to the above to keep them protected.
Before I can, I feel a sharp pain behind my back. As all my strength leaves my body, I collapse, feeling the cold dirt on my face. Eyes slowly closing, my hand uncontrollably drops my baby beside me. Before my last moments, I see a tall figure gently picking up my precious baby girl.
I had failed to protect them.
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ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ//ᴋɴʏ (ᴀᴜ)
Fanfiction[My first story, sooooo-] When Kotoha is running away from where she called "home", she carries her two precious twin babies. One a girl, one a boy. Kotoha ends up on a cliff, and she knows she is about to get killed soon. She hurriedly drops the ba...
