A midnight dense , judging the ones who live and guiding them to dance. A certain detective was excited as what he would be greeted at home. Light step of joy with faint hums coming from him as he opened the frong door , only to be greeted with a letter sticking on it.
Dear ranpo ,
Welcome home! For today special menu , I want you to follow the red string so you don't get lost!
Childish , is what he described it. However , he didn't mind at all. As the letter said , he played his fingers on the string as he followed it without second tought.
The next one is on the door way. Same writting style , neatly written full-heartedly with patience and affection.
Did you know that my home is actually you? When I'm lost and can't find my way home , I'll always remember you so that I can find my way home.
A faint laugh coming out from him , genuine and wonderful. One foot in front of each other , he slowly continue. This time , it's in the living room.
The frozen snow is nothing due to your warmth. The smell of flowers and sweets is nothing due to your scent.
Straight from his mind , cheeks turned into milky pink. Now , the forth one is on the kitchen.
Surely , dinner without you
wouldn't be anywhere near fun.
Nor it is any lively when there's you to hold me.
The fifth one ending up on the stair case to the second floor.
Hold me tight and never let go 'cause I'm afraid to lose you one day. A life without you is a pained one. What I learn from the others is to never forget the undying serendipity while we still here.
And now , it is sticked on their shared bedroom door. Taking a deep breath , he ready himself for what's coming.
Thus why , even when I'm gone ,
I'll never forget who is always there to lift me up and raise my wings. For tonight and onwards it might seem dull. But trust me , one day , I'll return home and we shall connect our string back together again. Until then , wait for me
Hench , his eyes widen from what he read. Soon , the flowers start to wither inside of his as he burst open the door , only to witness the end of the red string.
And finally the last letter , with a singular rose on top tied with the red string , sitting on the window sill.
With one step at a time , guilt and disbelief drown him inside his own mind. As he picked up the last letter and the rose , what last inside of him got out without him speaking.
Yours Truly , (l/n) (y/n)
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BSD ONE-SHOTS || SFW & NSFW
Fanfictiondiscontinued, i'm doing one-shot requests on a new book.
