- Reloaded - Not His World Anymore

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It wouldn't take a detective to surmise that he loved you, that's the most certain thing in this world. Sitting in the castle's study late into the night as he taught you how to properly conjure weapons made of magic, you felt oddly content.

"Close your eyes," He said as his first step, and you followed accordingly. "Now think of a weapon you'd like to use. Imagine each detail to the best of your ability. What does it feel like when you hold it? How heavy is it? How do you wield it?" He explains as you begin to imagine a pair of dual blades made of an unbreakable crystal of your favorite color.

"Now, focus your magic into your hands and keep imagining your weapon, imagining it being made." This time, Chara's words were accompanied by the familiar cool feeling of magic matching the color of your soul running through your veins towards your hands. As you imagined the crystal daggers coming to life before you, he instructed you to open your eyes. He had followed his own instructions and summoned one of his glowing red knives alongside you, a proud smile on his face. You looked down at your hand to reveal the exact replica of both the daggers you had imagined floating slightly above your palm, but they disappeared as soon as you lost your focus. It didn't even matter at the time, because you had finally made progress. Who would have known that a child of creation would take so long to learn how to even materialize weapons.

It barely mattered that the sun had begun to rise again, leaving the both of you asleep in that room, surrounded by books. You were slightly shaken from your sleeping state by a pair of giggles and the flash of a phone's camera, though you disregarded it and drifted back into sleep. A pleasant dream soon followed, a dream in which you didn't have to struggle through countless timelines and finally lived happily. It was comforting, though disconnected from reality in an inexplicable way. Even asleep, you knew it was only an illusion of your mind to keep you fighting for the better future you idealize and romanticize. The last thing you remember of said dream was standing with him, forever connected through love and hate.

In this half asleep state, you began to notice the sound of rain pattering on the windows and- the feeling of laying on top of someone? Opening your eyes might not be the best idea, considering how warm and comfortable you were. As if all the wrongs in the world were corrected by this warmth that enveloped your soul and mind, leaving an image of soft fuzzy things and happiness in its wake. Despite previous thoughts, you decided to open your eyes and found yourself resting in his arms. He was dead asleep, breathing slow and soft. His body was clearly relaxed as he held you as if you were a plushie, keeping you warm despite the cold and rainy atmosphere outside. From the soft and warm snuggling, you couldn't help it when your face began to heat up with a bright blush.

Such a simple action of holding you in your sleep had meant the world to him. Maybe he could one day express those feelings, but for now he decided to stay relegated to looking affectionately at you as you sleep on top of him and holding you ever so gently. He held you as if you could break at any second, more fragile than you let on or allowed yourself to believe. If Chara had any love left for the world that wasn't fake, it would be towards you. Growing to love the world he's seen and been forced through multiple times is near impossible. The mind-numbing static had begun to sting when he thought for too long about how he wished to be around you and what it could mean. He wouldn't dare to let himself acknowledge the nature of said feelings and why he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you. He knew it wouldn't last, but doesn't that just make him want to hold you closer?

If only he could just get out of his own head and listen to his aching and nearly broken heart. The only problem is that he would then be acknowledging that he had fallen and fall apart as a result. It's not as if he doesn't know he can be cold sometimes and continues to make the same mistakes he vowed he wouldn't make again, he'd been holding back just because he didn't want to feel like this. Not like he's head over heels for you, right? Yet, your laugh and smile makes his heart soar beyond what he had imagined was possible. Just say the word, but those words just couldn't leave his mouth no matter how hard he tried. Lonely and out of place when you weren't around, would your heart say the same if he had finally managed to utter the three words that would either bond you forever or drive you away forever? Or is it really just him hoping this small moment in time would last forever? He didn't know if he could make you truly happy, but he'd try no matter the odds. As the days go on, the here and now would only mean more.

His whole universe would never be the same again. It was really like you had cast a spell on him, and his feelings hit him like a train that went unnoticed until the impact. If he could only take your hand and hold you until the very end as he finally expresses the feelings he'd kept inside for so long, he would be happy. As if he was scared of everything until you came along, you simultaneously intimated him with your beauty and made him feel stronger than ever before. He just couldn't have it any other way, but he can't just tell you how much he loves you out of fear of losing you. If only...