[Yandere Meowscarada x Reader] I'll Make Them All Disappear!

87 | Magician Like No Other

You can't seem to gather any words. If you could, you would be spitting them out. Your mouth is dry and your mind is blank. You can't feel your face. As you stare into Theia's eyes, you don't feel the tears slipping down your cheeks.

"I was hoping you cried a little," she says, moving closer and cupping your face in her paws. "I don't know why though. Seeing you cry makes me want to cry."

"Tell me why—why tomorrow is your last day to live. Tell me it's going to be some massively unfunny twist where you get me to do whatever you want all day tomorrow for fun."

"Invidia was half of my life... in a way. Half of my heart. Sounds odd, doesn't it; a corpse keeping me alive?" Theia runs a paw through your hair, never taking her eyes off you. "I'm not immortal. My body is made of crystals that would one day decay without Invidia, and now that she's gone..."

You quickly hold up the ring with the two souls inside it. "We can fix that! Look. Invidia is still in here. Maybe... maybe her soul is enough to keep you—"

"Master," she whispers, unaware of the tears falling down her face as well. "My sweet, precious Master. My time's run out. I wish I was lying to you, I really, truly do. But this is my full honesty, and there's nothing you can do."

Theia closes her eyes, still holding your face gently, and presses her nose against yours. You almost choke on a gasp, or a sob. You follow suit and shut your eyes, trying to take in the feline's warmth against the lonely cold of the night.

"I want my last day to be special," she whispers. "I don't want you to argue about saving me, and I don't want you telling bun-bun or the fox. I just want you to give me this wish. I want to marry you."

"Meowscarada, please..."

"I love you," she says. "I think it goes without saying that on someone's final day, they should be spending it with the people they love. You're that only person. Please, just say yes."

You swallow. You feel your whole body has gone cold, that a major part of you has just chipped away. You have never had to attend a funeral for someone close to you, so the feeling of being a bystander to death is foreign to you. You don't want that to change; never did. But now? Now it seems it might.

"Okay," you whisper tearfully, "I'll do it, Meowscarada—Theia. I'll marry you."

"Thank goodness."

"Are you being completely honest about this? You're really not just pulling my leg like you always do?"

"I wish I was." Theia shakes her head and pulls away. You immediately miss her warmth but don't say anything about it. She gazes up into the skies, her eyes sparkling with tears and white starlight.

You don't want to believe her.

Yet—somehow—a part of you knows she's telling the truth. She has never in her life threatened death to get what she wants. And you trust her. You trust she wouldn't fabricate such a bold story, that her time is running out and soon she will pass away so you must marry her. Send her off happy.

After wiping your tears, you wipe hers and lean against her shoulder. She doesn't move, just simply gazes into the starry black void hanging up above the world.

One day, you hope, one of these stars will shine for her.

✦

You're lying on the couch. The clock ticks. You can hear crickets outside the window, but the rest of the world seems to have lost its voice. The TV is off, as are the lights, so you sit in darkness. You stare aimlessly up at the ceiling.