For all of November I'll be doing song inspired short stories each chapter. We'll be reading about stories inspired by Ursine Vulpine and Annaca for now. This is also a mostly sad chapter...
Note: the art is NOT mine.
Without You
Words that dreaded your mind, the words you never wanted hear. The lump in your throat grew, you were suffocating in you own fear and his. You stayed stiff, just a lone tear dripping into your coat and it kept on dripping. Nothing could make you blink, just the silence and the bitter breeze of autumn. A bitter fall it was.
Your head fell on his limp shoulders, nothing in exchange. No words, just melancholy and the deepest of thoughts hidden from inside you. The fears that were inevitable.
You couldn't grasp this. Nothing is a fairy tale. Not even your love could overcome the fear. Nothing has a glorious ending, nothing perfect in such a sad place as this.
You could taste the salt on your lips, it was burning your eyes. The gloves enveloped in your hands felt withered, and thin. Your hands cold, no warmth. The whistle through the trees made your ears tingle, no warmth. Your tear-stained cheeks froze, no warmth. The tethered coat was no longer warm, yet cold and just a remnant of what it would be.
The flock of black birds flew in the grey skies above you, cawing at you mockingly. A black raven rested on a tree willowing over a stone. The beautiful bird stayed silent, almost bowing it's sleek feathered head before it flew off with the others.
You whispered, "Please, please tell me your going to be alright. I don't know if I want you to do this. I can't live without you."
"I have no choice"
Wicked Game
The punch hits the heart and does not miss. You never dreamed of falling in love, never again. But he stole everything from you. He stole your time. Everything was about him.
You closed your eyes, standing there in distance was him. His voice rung in your ears. Never ending dreams playing in the back of your mind.
Was it wrong to think of such things? Was it wrong to imagine his hands touching up your quivering legs? To want his hot breath against your ear. You liked to fantasize the trail of love marks on your neck, the way he ...
But you were terrified. Terrified of what it could lead up to, you knew the pain of a lost relationship. It was dragging you back.
"It's like I can't let go, Mei."
"You have to."
"I don't want to fall in love with him again."
"He played a game with you, and you still want him? (Y/N), this is not you. You're smarter than this."
"He said he loved me-
