he'll catch her before she falls.
(inspired by psyche and eros)
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Not a moment later did a thump resonate through my room; and instead of light, a foreign presence filled the room.
Someone was in my room.
And I was going to die tonight. But I neve...
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his angel is at 10k reads !1!1!!1!
and at #78 in fantasy holy shit thank you guys
this is the last chapter before the epilogue omfg I'm crying
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I woke up suddenly in my bed, like I'd never left. I looked over my surroundings, taking in the familiarity of my room.
And soon reality came crashing down like an unwanted storm. Eros was dead- I would never see him again.
I'd never get to have another conversation with him. I'd never get to touch him or feel his touch- something that gave me a piece of home. A feeling of being safe and that I could forget about the world for once.
And that made me cry- not just with grief but for missing someone I would never get to fully know. I wouldn't get to know what his favorite color was, what he loved to do, his favorite food- as trivial as those things are.
I wouldn't get to know him.
And it was all my fault. If I had been normal and hadn't needed his help in being fixed, nothing would have happened and he would be alive.
But a part of me also didn't regret knowing him.
Because I gotten to feel alive and pulled myself out of the depression I'd dove headfirst into. I let myself live in the shadow of loneliness, and was drowning. But he'd helped me by extending a hand out to me.
It was all my fault that I couldn't be stronger. I was so weak, pathetic-
A knock on the door broke me out of my daze. "Yeon-in, are you alright?" My mom's twinkling voice appeared by my door.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine," I replied, clearing my throat. "Just great."
Her brown eyes softened in a gaze. "I know your father and I haven't been extremely involved because of work. And you don't know how much I regret that...I've missed so much time with you and Ophelia." Her voice cracked unmistakably, her face crumpling into a frown.
"Mom, it's not your fault," I managed to say evenly.
"No, I know you're hurting. If you don't want to tell me what's wrong, it's okay. If you want to, I'll just listen," she replied, sitting next to me.
"Can I just cry and you'll hug me and tell me everything will be okay?" I croaked, as my throat closed up.
"Yes, of course, yeon-in."
And she pulled me into her arms, stroking my hair and saying everything would be okay.
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this chapter legit hurt to write bc it's so sappy
sorry for the super short chapter i just needed to get this out of the way
