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⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS⚠️
Gore Trauma Mental health issues Mind control Body horror
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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.
Summers have regained their vitality, the world tastes of citrus, and clear starry nights again.
Blades of grass tickled your bare feet as your toes delved deeper into the warm, wet earth. Around you flourished a little backyard garden with flowers smothering every surface they could find, creepers twisting themselves around the branches of the young tangerine trees, and potted herbs scenting the air with their fragrant sprigs.
All those years you had spent in solitude while you withered underneath the heavy miserable burden that was placed on your shoulders seemed to be worth it.
You had been a ghoul when you had found Miguel, two mortal husks caught in limbo, searching for the souls lost in the debris of collapsing worlds. To watch him kneel before you was a pain whose likes you had never tasted before, the figure of a man caught between the duty imposed upon him and the path he wished to choose, the man you had loved so much in a different lifetime had been ravaged by the same curse that plagued you.
Now as you watch him standing underneath the gilded spray of yellow paper roses, the sunlight filtering through the leaves caressing each strand of his hair and turning his eyes into pools of honey, you feel a sense of fulfilment and comfort washing over you.
You were home again.
"Oy."
You catch Miguel smiling at you, the grin dimpling his cheek and the shadows stippling his sunkissed skin. You feel a warm flush flaring up your face as you beam back.
"What?"
"Stop staring, it's rude."
You chuckle, patting the dirt around the zinnias you had just finished planting into the flowerbed. "It's rude to stare at bougainvillaeas now?"
He turns his attention to a heavy bunch of flowers hanging above his head, inspecting their petals for hints of rot or disease.
