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Those who judge others with hatred are destined to an eternity of self loathing and sufferance. You tell yourself this on a daily, but what if you're judging yourself, if you're judging a prophecy, or The gods. Their rules are the laws of the land, but they allow pain to flow through time like blood does filling up a syringe. It burns how they can take the things most precious to you away from you, you hate them. Hate is a word that taste bitter on your tongue.
Your heart drips like an IV whenever you think of him. It burns you to the core when you think of how easily you lost him. There was no fight or petulance, instead you let fate take him. You wonder often if you had fought against destiny, would your ruhk turn as black as your soul felt rightnow.
You had years to confess, yet you waited until his beloved had died to speak your heart. Were you wrong for that? Were you insensitive for making your move so prematurely. It's not like you and Lunafreya were friends, you didn't even know her, but perhaps you should have kept to yourself. After all he was stuck in stasis for such a long time, you wondered sometimes, if even still knew how to feel.
Perhaps the Gods are judging you right now on how terrible a person you are.
On how much time you wasted
On how you were so late
But
Better late than never but never late is better
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Fanfiction"To gain everything and lose everything in the space of a moment. That is the fate of all princes destined for the throne." ― C.S. Pacat [Noctis X reader] [Part of Chronos series]
