ᩏꫀꪖƙ᭙ꫀకᡶ ੨ | ᎷᏋᎷᎧᏒᎽ ᏒᏋᏰᎧᎧᏖ
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The blurry vision that had clouded Alan’s sight finally cleared, revealing the girl standing in front of him. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized her—Deepika.
"Hello," she said softly, her voice like a warm breeze cutting through the coldness in his chest.
Alan’s eyes widened, and tears began to pool at the corners of his eyes, unable to believe she was there.
"How are you, Baka?" Deepika teased, her gentle smile only making his tears fall faster.
“I-I—” Alan stammered, overwhelmed.
Deepika reached out, placing a finger over his lips. “You don’t have to talk. Relax.”
Alan nodded, his throat tight with emotion. Her presence, though surreal, grounded him.
"Baka, why are you convincing yourself that you're weak?" she asked, her voice soft but firm.
“I don’t know…” Alan whispered, his voice cracking with pain.
“You're not weak,” Deepika said, her eyes intense. “Don’t let your innerself convince you of that. It’s only trying to lead you down its own dark path.”
Alan clenched his fists, struggling with the swirling confusion in his heart. “I have no idea what’s even happening to me… after everything… after coming here.” His voice broke, tears streaming down his face. “I want to return. Let’s go home. Please.”
Deepika smiled, a smile that seemed to promise more than hope. “We’ll surely meet outside, Baka. Together. Alive.”
Her words brought a flicker of light to his eyes. “But for now, if you want to meet me again, you can’t die, right?” she continued. “In order for us to get through this and see each other again after all the struggles we're facing, we have to survive, don’t you think?”
Alan’s voice wavered as he nodded. “Y-yes.”
“So don’t die. Try your best to not die,” Deepika said firmly.
“But—” Alan began.
“I know it’s hard,” Deepika interrupted, her gaze softening. “I know what kind of hell you're living in, but don’t worry, Baka. I’ll lend you my strength.”
Alan looked up, his eyes searching hers. “What do I need to do?”
Deepika’s smile widened, though her eyes shimmered with sadness. “There’s a condition.”
“What is it?” Alan asked.
“Do not ever open the door,” Deepika said, her tone serious. “Once you're dead, don’t open the door. Simply turn back. If you turn back, you’ll see this vast green land we’re standing in. I’ll be here, waiting for you.”
Alan turned his head, noticing a door behind him that led to a pitch-black void. It loomed ominously, and he instinctively shuddered.
“Do you understand?” she asked.
“Yes…” Alan murmured, “But… where are you going now?”
Deepika chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Nowhere. I’m just here. You’re the one who’s going, Baka.”
“Where?” Alan asked, confusion tightening his chest.
“Back to life.”
“I don’t want to go!” Alan’s voice cracked with desperation. “I want to stay here with you!”
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Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace
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