Underneath the bright blue sky, the city thrived with life as families and couples reveled in the warmth of the sun. Yet, in the shadows of an obscure alleyway, emerged a figure whose existence was devoid of joy. Y/n, a young man bearing the visible scars of his struggles, staggered back to his abode—a haven tainted with the echoes of pain.
His body, a canvas of torment, bore witness to the cruelty he endured. A patchwork of injuries adorned him—an ensemble of a black eye, a busted lip, bruised and cracked ribs, and a prominent burn mark that etched a painful narrative across his side. Passersby, recognizing him as the "gentle giant," offered help, their genuine concern ringing through the air. However, Y/n, choosing solitude over sympathy, graciously declined, resuming his solitary journey home.
In the confines of his dwelling, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken anguish. Y/n, haunted by the images of Blake, his cherished friend, found solace in the solitude of his butcher shop. Unbeknownst to the world, he harbored a profound affection for her. A clandestine crush that held within it a complex web of emotions, entangled further by the malevolent force that sought to sever their connection.
Yang xiao long, a name dripping with animosity, stood as a formidable obstacle to Y/n's connection with Blake. Yang, consumed by a passion fueled by hatred and envy, developed a plan of intimidation to make sure that Blake would remain hers. Y/n, torn between his feelings for Blake and the fear of Yang's reprisal, distanced himself, retreating into the shadows that concealed his pain.
The day unfolded with deceptive simplicity as Y/n sought refuge in the mundane—ice cream to soothe his wounded soul. However, the illusion of tranquility shattered when he stumbled upon a heart-wrenching tableau at the ice cream parlor. Yang and Blake, entwined in a tender moment, tore away the veils that masked Y/n's illusions.
Witnessing the blossoming romance between Blake and Yang, Y/n's heart crumbled, his eyes reflecting the shattered fragments of his feelings. Yang's smirk, a cruel punctuation to the scene, left Y/n devastated. Resolute, he veiled his anguish beneath a hood, walking away from the poignant tableau, leaving a trail of broken dreams in his wake.
Blake, catching a glimpse of the unique sweatshirt that identified Y/n, felt a surge of curiosity. Concern for her friend eclipsed her own complicated emotions. She chased after him, her hand reaching out to grasp his shoulder. The harsh turn and tear-streaked face spoke volumes, but Y/n shrugged off her concern, maintaining a facade of stoicism.
As Blake grappled with her worry, Yang, oblivious to the turmoil unfolding, dismissed Y/n's well-being callously. The cafeteria became a stage for Yang's possessiveness, leaving Blake with a heavy heart and unshed tears, contemplating the uncertainty that enveloped her gentle friend.
Meanwhile, Y/n, succumbing to the pain within, sought refuge in a cold bath—a futile attempt to numb both physical and emotional pain. His second aura, a cruel testament to his existence, withheld the sweet release of death, compelling him to confront the unforgiving reality.
In the ensuing hours, as Y/n's second aura waned, an onslaught of missed calls and texts from Blake punctuated the silence. Yet, the impending darkness beckoned. The chilling resonance of a door breaking and a distant scream marked the descent of Y/n into the abyss, leaving the world behind, with only the echoes of his torment remaining.
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(Like this also how do u think it is I drew it myself in art class)
