inspired by Spirit Hikaru of Yuri Voice, this youtube channel is cool, i recommend it if you're a fan of rp asmr.
so, am taking a lil bit of the explanation of Yuri Voice about this spirit, everytime you feel to something related with sadness, like depression, etc, a spirit appears in your dream to cheer you up. and here, this spirit is connected with your feelings. however, the both of you can only meet through sadness.
trigger warning: mention of suicide
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spirit!au
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You remember it has been the third time since you had this same weird dream. And little did you know, tonight will be the fourth time.
You were at your lowest point of breaking, you had fallen asleep after crying throughout your night, totally knocked out and exhausted of life.
“You are here again, y/n.” A familiar voice spoke behind you. You turned around, only to meet him in the same outfit; white shirt and a black jeans.
Everything about him screamed nothing but perfection when his black hair brushed against his forehead as the wind blew past the both of you, dried brown leaves danced around him before they disappeared through the thin air.
Upon meeting your eyes, his lips drew into a smile and he went closer to you, “this is the fourth time you came here. I’m very sure you already know why.”
With his words, you looked around, the sky was clear, just like how you visited here last time, various of flowers filled the field two metres away from you and the grass under your feet felt cold but to conclude it all, it was a serene and a beautiful sight to see although most of the flowers withered.
Where is this?
A hand wrapped around your own and that made you broke out from your thought as you looked up at his eyes again. However his eyes that were before full of life are now looking as dead as yours.
“Were you thinking to kill yourself, y/n?” His voice laced with dissappointment and sadness.
That caused you to look away from him and looked down at the green grass that padded the soil.
“Sadness, guilt, anger, depression and numbness; those are what you felt before you fell asleep.” He sighed out and ran his free hand through his hair.
This is getting worser, he thought to himself.
The pain was unbearable for him to feel when the small bell hanging on his black choker chimed before you came, indicating you were going to meet him again. And the pain became stronger when he held onto your hand.
