Black butler finny x reader

new start

The wrong thing you do. Always seems to mess up the right thing. That's how it goes right. In a exciting exhibit of a nature so pro-founding you can somehow see a new perspective of safety. Everywhere a human goes. A new story begins.

I close my eyes, hoping to open them and see the same beautiful face again. A happy smile from her precious face. Back into my mind a forest of the miserable excuse for freedom. Sheltered by the false imagination of my fate. Fate, such a beautiful word. You can memorize every detail of life and resume in the acceptance of its imagination.

In a sense, i am walking now, through the dime pathways of light that examples some of the metaphor that can easily shatter. Don't fall, just knowing she can see the truth in my eyes. I regret to open them, my false moon shines with a concern of toxic wonder.

Full of fear " We deserve to be alright. Do we not?" when i open my eyes, the illusion shatters in my mind. It clears to the nothing and i turn my head and focus my eyes to my beautiful daughter an imaginative prodigy of this shattering world. She's smart. Smarter than most, expressively more than me.

Her soft voice breaks "I believe everyone can be alright if they let themselves be." She pauses. Sighs and continues. "Father do you still dream." She looks at me with such hope, but it wasn't a question she already knows my answer, i almost want to lie but i can't. Not to her.

"No, most humans can't anymore its a curse." her eyes glaze with thinking, it's a truly magical witness of a dreaming child that knows more they anyone ever wishes.

Her voice strong full of the emotions we both hide and dread. "Father have you ever just listened to the wind? Just listened to the sound it's simply pretty almost like the calming moment in the exhibit of nature and the refurbishing calming of the cold that soothes the warmth we were over feeling. "her eyes are deadly staring into mine, shes reading my face finding my evident answer. She knows my answer before i can even blink.

Before she can speak the door opens to the diner, the ringing bell smartly placed at the top of the door echoes around us, back in my mind i quickly remember every moment i had with her, every meal, every story. But to them it wasn't enough. Anger builds in my mind as the social worker walks over to the table, the meal we enjoyed freshly gone. She smiles, a sickly fake smile like she won an important game. We were happy. Why does it matter the amount of space or cloths she had. It is always just a game to them.

The wicked women takes my daughters arm. Harshly spits " time to go" her venom filled voice invades my ears. I stand as Eros does and wrap my arms around her for the last time, i kiss her head and she is pulled away, i stay there on my knees. My head down. I already miss her.

Fading to a time that holds the begging of her Inner demons.

Life's not fair, it never was. The battles in my heart rage turning into my empty demons that evade my soul and mind. I remember my father i remember my happiness turning to the hell and destroying my imagination filled mind, converting to the empty pain unfeasible numb i experience now. The day my dreams where taken from me.