BL ONESHOTS NO.3

³³⁰😭💔Fahlan x Sher⁰³³

"I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see, I couldn't hear," Sher choked out, his voice breaking with emotion, "but that was because a part of me didn't want to."

He knelt before Fahlan's gravestone, tears streaming down his cheeks as he poured out his heart to the cold stone marker. "I didn't want to do any of this without you," he whispered, his words barely audible over the sound of his sobs, "and now that I have to, it's torture to my heart but to my soul too."

Sher reached out and tenderly traced the letters of Fahlan's name on the headstone, his fingertips trembling with the weight of his grief. "I didn't know that my life would be here," he continued, his voice thick with sorrow, "but it is, and I have been doing this for a year now."

"I wish you were here with me," Sher cried out, his words echoing through the cemetery, "because I need my oxygen back. I need you to come back."

But all that greeted him was the silence of the graveyard, the only response a gentle rustling of the leaves in the wind. Fahlan's presence lingered in Sher's heart, a bittersweet reminder of the love they had shared and the future that was now lost to them.

And as the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the rows of headstones, Sher remained rooted in place, his heart heavy with longing for the one he had lost. "Come back to me," he whispered to the fading light, a plea that hung in the air like a prayer, unanswered and echoing into the darkness.

The days stretched on, a cruel procession of sunrises and sunsets that seemed to mock Sher's grief. Each morning, he woke up to a world that felt dimmer, colder, and emptier without Fahlan by his side. The laughter that once filled their days now echoed in Sher's memory, a haunting reminder of a love that had been snatched away too soon.

Every day, he found himself drawn back to the cemetery like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull of the place where Fahlan lay at rest. He would sit beside the headstone for hours on end, lost in memories of their time together, his fingers tracing the words etched in stone as if trying to recapture the essence of his beloved.

Sher's heart ached with a longing so deep it felt like a physical pain, a gaping wound that refused to heal. The world around him seemed to move on, indifferent to his sorrow, but for Sher, time stood still. He was trapped in a perpetual moment of loss, unable to imagine a future that didn't include Fahlan by his side.

As the seasons changed, Sher's visits to the cemetery took on a ritualistic quality, a solemn pilgrimage to the place where his heart had been shattered. He would bring fresh flowers to lay by Fahlan's grave, their vibrant colors a stark contrast to the gray stone that marked his final resting place.

But no matter how many flowers he brought, no matter how many tears he shed, Fahlan remained forever out of reach. Sher's desperate pleas for his beloved to come back went unanswered, the silence of the graveyard echoing back at him like a cruel joke.

And yet, in the quiet moments of the night, when the world was still and the only sound was the beating of his own heart, Sher could almost feel Fahlan's presence. It was a fleeting sensation, a ghostly whisper of a love that transcended death, a reminder that their bond could never truly be broken.

So Sher continued to visit Fahlan's grave, day after day, year after year, his love a flame that refused to be extinguished. And in the quiet solitude of the cemetery, surrounded by the ghosts of the past, he found a kind of solace in the knowledge that his beloved was never truly gone.

As the years passed, Sher found himself growing weaker and more frail, the weight of his grief taking its toll on his body. His visits to the cemetery became less frequent, his steps slow and faltering as he made his way to Fahlan's grave.

One chilly autumn evening, as the leaves rustled in the wind and the sky turned a deep shade of indigo, Sher felt a sudden sense of calm wash over him. He knew that his time in this world was coming to an end, and he welcomed the thought of being reunited with Fahlan once more.

With a heavy heart but a light spirit, Sher lay down beside Fahlan's headstone, the grass cool against his skin. Closing his eyes, he whispered words of love and longing into the stillness of the night, his breath coming in soft, shallow gasps.

And then, as the stars began to twinkle in the sky above, a warmth enveloped Sher, a presence that felt familiar and comforting. Opening his eyes, he saw Fahlan standing before him, his smile radiant and his arms outstretched in welcome.

Tears of joy and relief streamed down Sher's face as he reached out to embrace Fahlan, the two lovers finally reunited after so many years apart. Their souls intertwined, their hearts beating as one, they embraced each other with a tenderness that transcended time and space.

In that moment, as Sher's spirit soared free from his weary body, he knew that he and Fahlan would be together for eternity, their love a flame that burned brightly against the darkness of the universe. And as they ascended into the heavens, hand in hand, their laughter echoed across the quiet cemetery, a joyous celebration of a love that had conquered even death itself.

[No.33. Hope you like it. Bye now.]