𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. meguru bachira

XII

She cried. Her tears falling so carefully on his skin. It's a different kind of bliss that she knows she's not ready for. She knows she's not ready for him; she knows she's not ready for the love he's willing to give her.

He knows he shouldn't be ready to give this love to her, but every atom in his body leads him back to her.

Bachira Meguru has given up on the very idea of being without the girl he loves so much. It seems so stupid to abandon everything in this foolish world for a girl who doesn't even need him.

No, she needs him. It's more so that she can't have him. He doesn't know half of what he's getting into by being entangled with her.

All he's able to know is that he is deeply in love with her. The very situation is stupid and idiotic. He knows: his monster is even warning him not to get involved with this mess of a girl.

It's a terribly bad idea, but everything in his life has been a terrible idea. With that terrible idea, he's going to save her. "My jersey's wet."

She looks up at him as she wipes her tears away. "The fuck?" He smiles a little. "You cry pretty, did you know that?" She looks absolutely dumbfounded at this boy's way of dealing with shit. "Don't look at me like that! You know, if you're sad all the time, I'll be sad." This shit makes no sense.

But she laughs. She fucking laughs. Eris doesn't laugh. She doesn't even know how to. Yet, the sound leaves her mouth so naturally as if she was made for joy.

"Woah, fuck, I'm gonna kill whatever made you sad. Fuck, it's not okay to keep such a pretty laugh from me, you know?" He doesn't care if it's weird or implicit.

The girl is laughing. "Yeah, you really should." She's clutching her stomach and giggling like a normal fucking girl. He wants to see her laugh like that all the time, but he knows she won't.

He knows she won't get a love like that. "I will! I'll fucking kill them, so please, whatever they're saying you should do, don't do it." Don't do it? She wishes so desperately it was that easy.

Her eyes are fixed on him. She thinks about what they could have been, what they should have been. "I have to." He frowns. "I'll come with you." She freezes: no way in the fucking world will she let him come with.

"And deal with that? I won't do that to you." He looks at her worriedly. "If it's dangerous, then you shouldn't do it. Plus, my monster will protect us!"

Fuck, schizophrenia really does shit to people. But all she can feel is nothing in this moments. She can't feel the tears that have no place on a face like hers. "Megs, don't be silly. You can't protect me: nobody can." His mouth clenches. "Will you be okay?" She stays silent.

She knows she won't be okay. She knows the hell that fucking comes with being in any sort of proximity with that man. "Don't worry." He bites his tongue to silence himself as she walks away. For some reason, her back looks weaker than he's seen. Her light doesn't seem as bright as before.

As if she's been engulfed in a shadow. No, as if the light itself dimmed to make space for the shadow. "I like you!" He screamed. He knows she heard him. He can tell by the way she falters a little bit. "I fucking like Eris Vasílissa!" He may not be able to see it. He'll wish he did.

Laughing wasn't something she did often, but she's so glad she's learnt how to do it. It's so refreshing knowing she can actually feel the same emotions humans do despite never being acknowledged as one herself. Except he thinks she is; he thinks she's everything. And fuck, she's strangely too happy about it.

She never even thought about if she reciprocated his feelings. She didn't want to have to identify this joyful bliss she fears she might never feel again. The very possibility of never being able to feel such beautiful warmth kills her.

But Eris isn't a hopeful girl. She's a realistic cynic who know that life fucking hates her for whatever atrocities she committed in her first life. "But fuck it, what did I even do?" She's never actually questioned it before this because nobody has actually ever convinced her she deserved greater.

That was until she met Meguru Bachira. An experience that can't be kept akin to herself. An experience she knows she can't think of regretting despite how stupid it is. She really doesn't give a shit if everyone in this stupid place dies including her, but fuck, not Bachira. Bachira makes her really fucking happy.

Almost happy enough to finally escape the grasps of this world she lives in. Almost free enough to learn how to love and laugh like he always does. Almost human enough to have control over how she acts.

But it has always been only almost.

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I wanna finish this fic too lowk sorry I'm done w this arag but I don't wanna rush it quality over quantity or something

Either way, eat well, sleep well, and dont forget to hydrate. I love you so much so stay safe.