𝕴𝖘𝖊𝖐𝖆𝖎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚇 𝚃𝙱𝙷𝙺: ˢᵗᵒⁱᶜ

5.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ forgotten ideals

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TW:
Mentions of suicide, and
descriptions of blood and violence.
Please do not
read if you are uncomfortable or
are sensitive to these.

❤︎

♡

I'll paint you as many times

As the number of stars in the sky

Because you are my only reason for being.

♡

Around you was an endless void.

A multitude of stars twinkled in the night sky. A trail of them were leading to a small canvas far away from where you stood, casting a warm light upon it.

Your feet moved on their own, drawn to it. There was nothing else in this empty world after all. Here, it was only the evening. There were no streets, houses, nor cars, just the warm glow of lamps paving the way to somewhere distant, unknown.

Just somewhere far away, far from reach.

Once you approached the canvas, it was silent. As if this world were waiting for you to paint. This world. It was patient, forgiving, understanding of your motives and feelings. What you wanted and we're destined to do.

You began painting.

Swirls of color formed on the canvas, colors complimenting one another to create a beautiful masterpiece. One even the gods would come to praise. Each stroke you painted was unique. It was full of emotion, but one was evident.

Your raw anger.

When you gazed upon your painting after fully opening your eyes, similar to something you had created before that was breathtaking and heartwarming but now was hideous. Frightening. You looked down and saw small drops of blood falling to the floor, one by one, like raindrops.

You felt your chest tighten. It was harder to breathe now. The area around you was now overwhelming to be in, instead of calming.You came to your senses, looking back up at your painting.

Blood poured out of it.

The person in your painting.

She was a corpse, roses reaching outward from her head.

She was your mother.

Everything faded away in an instant.

The painting, the dark skies, the stars. They all disappeared, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You rose up and let out a violent cough. You were panting, and quickly looked around your surroundings.

Much to your relief, you were just sitting on an orange sofa.

'I think I need a cup of water...'

Startled, you rose up and wiped you eyes. The house was dark and the only way you could navigate yourself throughout it was with the help of the moon.

It was beaming, shining down on the streets outside. Everything in this universe looked stunning, and it's beauty would leave you in awe. It left you feeling...less uneasy.