Until the End of the World🌹 (Saeran Choi fanfiction/drabbles)

Reset (Ray × MC)

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Ş̸̠͎͉̜̩̩͉̩̰̬͖̯̩̩̀̉̎̈̋̂͊̑̏̉̇͒̋́́̓̌͂̉͐́̓̏͌͋̊̌̎̓̀͒͂̽̿̈́̇̾̇̈́͋̓̒͜͜͝͝a̶̛̛̙̲̺̪̦͐̂́̒̎̀̄̐͂̑̅́̀̌̀͛̑̐̊́̄́̐͆̓̈́͐̓̔̍̃̄̉̅͑̽̇̀͘͘̕͠͝v̷̛̛̭̈̄̽̈́̎̈́̃́͂̈͛̇͌̇̎̐̈́̆͗̑̀̍̽́͐̈́͋͂̂́̃̍̀̊̓͐̅̌͌̎̎̓̽̐̽̒̈͘̕͘͝͝͝ę̴̛̛̳͈̞̜̹͔̳̝͓͖̀̄̔̌̃̈́́̽͋͆̋͆̓͂̾͛̊̒̅̒͗̌͋̄͌̔̉̀͒͌̈̄́̿̈́̉͛͆̾͌̍͌̃̃̎̿̊͆̉̎̔̅͆̋̐̔͋͒̑̽͂̒̂̈̎͑̈́͐̑̈͌̀̆̆̐͒͗̈́̊̉̍́̈̈́͗̐̌͘͘̚͘͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͠͠ ̷̨̧̢̢̡̡̨̛̛̻̠̱̱͕͓̞̗̲̠͍͎̝̘̩̖̞̝̪̯̰̦̮̮̗͕̞͓̞̝̭͙̞̙̹̱̬̞̺̩͖̪̯͍͚̫̤̜͖̟̺͉̮̜̼͔̙͇̦͈̙͕͖͓͍͙̣̘͔̣̼͙̮̬̫͍̜̤̻́̓̊͒́̂̉̄̓̍̔̌͗̾́͋͊̀͂̓̒͋̐͊̀̂̑̃̾́̏͗̾͋́͂̿́̋̐̃̈́͒̍́͌̊̈́̀͆̄̔̓͊̏̊͌͛͘̚͜͜͜͠͝͝͠͠͝ͅḩ̵̢̡̢̢̧̡̛͇̤̗̳̪̜̩̗̦͍̦̝̞̳͎̪̮̭͖̩̣̱̗͎̣̙̗̖̬̣̱̯̤͉̦̞̭͇̰̯̮̣͓̺̫̦̼̫̞̬̣̺̫̟̖̥̬̜̝͎̻̝̥̰͍̙͓͖̖̳͕̬̘̰̪͉̈́̓̀̌͐̀̀̉̋̑̈́̈́͒ͅͅͅͅì̴̡̨̛̛̛̟̙̼̜̭̻̩͇͍̮̣̳̣͍̺̠͕̙̬̹̻̗̫̻̮̦̻̠̰͇̹̗̳̾̑̎̈́͐͒̄̋̓̈̇͌̓̒̈́̈́͆̀͊́́̈́̎̒̽̿̏͒̏͌͋͌̀͗̋̿̀̾̅̐̓̏̃̂̔̎͒͋̑̆̏̎̈́͋͗̍̓̆̀̌̾̆̇̏̕̚͜͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅm̸̡̧̡̢̛̛̺̯̪̦̠̝͍̙̙̣̝̫͉͓̟̗̹͍̞̣̰̜̯͕̖̣̖͚͍̥̝̹̣̞͓̯̩̫̫̮̳̟͈͓̺̠͓̲̳͚̦̖̪͎̻̙̹̬͚̪͚̦̙̪̗̖̺͔͓͓̘̜̖͇͍̤͇̟͈̹̰͎̙̖̤̋̈́̓͛̋͊̊̈́́̉̐̈́̄̋̆̈́̏̐̒͑̅͒̇̈̏̿̈̽̒̈́̍̌̋̾̌̊́̎͌̎͆͆͗͑̓̄̔̉̍̈́͐̔̈́̀͌̈́̐̿̃́̓̊̀͌̿͛̓̅̉̈́͛̔̃͂̀̄̾́͂̉̿͐̍͐͘͘̕̚̚̕͘͘̚͜͜͠͝͠͝͠͝͝͝ͅͅ

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The echo of the gunshot still rung in her ears as she dropped to her knees in the growing pool of blood. Oh god...there was just so much blood. A sob ripped from her throat. Tears stung her eyes and blurred her vision as she desperately pressed shaking hands to the wound in a futile attempt to stem the bleeding. She was so close...so close to saving him. But alas, despite her best efforts, her most recent attempt at rescuing him had ended in tragedy like every one of her other attempts.

She had just shrugged off her jacket and was about attempting to use it to assist her in staunching his wounds when a hand caressed her cheek, wiping away tears with gloved fingers. The brown orbs that flickered upwards to meet his mint coloured ones held a silent plea for him to just hold on a bit longer; help was coming, everything would be okay. He responded with another soft caress, his gentle smile saying everything words could not. She raised a hand and caught the hand that was stroking her cheek, clutching onto it for dear life. She didn't deserve him...of course he would still be trying to comfort her, even when on the verge of death.

"Don't leave me." She whispered.

The light was beginning to fade from his eyes, but even as his breathing grew shallow, he dredged up one last bit of energy from somewhere and tried to mouth something at her. His grip around her hand tightened for a millisecond as she stared at him with furrowed brows, reading his lips to decipher the words he couldn't vocalise. "Don't cry, I love y-"

And just like that, he was gone, the last word dying on his lips as his conscious faded from this reality. She fought back the grief that threatened to overwhelm her and leaned forward, burying her face into the crook of his neck. This wasn't time for her to grieve. Closing her eyes, she breathed in his familiar scent and forced herself to clear her mind and concentrate. Within a fraction of a second, she was whisked away from the chaos of the room. Her face was still nuzzled into his neck, but the difference was that she could now feel the steady thrumming of his heartbeat -as well as the laughter that rumbled in his chest as she suddenly flung her arms around his waist and pressed closer to him.

"Why are you so clingy all of the sudden?" he teased, combing gloved fingers through her hair. When he didn't receive an immediate reply from the girl nestled against his chest, the smile that played on his lips quickly turned into a frown. "Princess? Are you crying?"

Safe in his embrace, the emotions she had tried so desperately to suppress earlier once again threatened to engulf her. "Don't leave me!"

"Isn't that my line?" Despite his joking tone, he was on the verge of tears himself as he cradled her closer to his body. Worry darkened his gaze and creased his brow as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Don't cry, I love you. I promise, I'm not going anywhere. I'll always be with you, my precious flower."

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