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HE IS SLIPPING ; he has not been the same.
the golden summers that held mischief and eternal, story filled nights that chased their youth away were becoming small fragments to complete nothingness in his head. the taste of her lips no longer lingered, as he has not kissed his most beloved for eons.
the greatest barrier sets them a part—prevents their growth of admiration. fate has decided to rip her from the earth and into their world. it is unfair, he thinks; the person he has seen a future with has been taken and now the only memories he had are being taken as well.
have mercy on me, he begs on sleepless hours where he wished nothing more than to have her back—in his arms or his thoughts. the gods gift him with nightmares of the cause of her demise, then little pieces of it once he awakens. if they felt merciful that day, they'd give him the dearest moments of dashing through the marigolds and fresh grass, and the brush of their fingertips as they laid together.
he is slipping, but he remembers that summer was much sweeter with her.
II.
haha shit this is longi went overboard but i kind of like it ???(but honestly, whatswith me and killingmy characters and makingthem miserable.)
