Cold Embraces - DabiHawks

Eric

"How long can we play this way

I'm tired of not loving you

my heart wants to hold you,

but I know the rules"

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Dabi.

That was him.

Touya.

Long dead.

Right?

He didn't know the answer anymore.

How could he be so sure now, when his feelings hurt so much?

His new life, Dabi, the villian, who is apart of the LOV,

or Touya?

Maybe he could be both.

Or maybe that was a pipe dream.

His head hurt so much from thinking, that he found himself not thinking much of anything these days.

Whenever he wasn't told to do something for the LOV, he sat in his room. Doing nothing but staring at a wall, like an abused dog waiting to be told what to do with its life.

If only there was someone who could tell him what to do.

/

Hawks found himself somewhere he hadn't been for years.

At a desolate park, that seems near abandoned, the creaking of long rusted chains barely holding their weight on swings ringing through the cold winter.

Hawks didnt have to search very long. His feet walked on their own, leading him over to a spot he'd frequented so many times.

As he sat in a rather uncomfortable patch of dry dirt, covered in even drier leaves that crunched under his weight, he almost cried.

He wanted to look over, and see Touya walking over to him from the side. He wanted to wave and smile, yelling a hello enthusiastically, almost too much so.

But there was nothing. Nothing but the quiet whistle of a breeze, cold air nipping at Hawks' nose and making his breath misty.

It was almost like a bitter reminder that the Touya he knew was now, long dead.

Atleast, that's what it felt like.

Was Dabi really the same boy?

He didnt really need an answer. Or maybe, he just didnt want to hear it.

So instead, he sat there. The sharp, peeling bark nearly stabbing him, the inky black of the starry sky leaving whispy streaks of moonlight to fall on his face through the branches of the dead tree.

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