Eden May, pretty name, pretty face. Pale green eyes that came straight out of a digital painting, and honey hair that framed her face as if it were a photo, which it were. It was a photo that would always be stamped in my mind, one that hung like a reminder of what could have been if only things had been different. Eden May, warm name, cold skin. She was always cold, always craving my warmth. Maybe that's what went wrong, maybe she needed someone who wasn't as warm as I was, maybe I burnt her. Maybe her eyes melted into the green tea she was drinking when I first met her, or perhaps it had nothing to do with me. Maybe it was all her, maybe my love was too much. . . I wish I was able to ask her, to see her one last time. To run my fingertips over her skin, my lips gently brushing against hers. . . is that so much to ask? // 2017 - (ongoing)

❝and in the midst of a thousand rainy days and coffee stains, they found each other.❞

"you are the reason why i find this world beautiful." | tagalog & english poetry

"your just a black hole, yet you speak like constellations." || randoms

he just wanted to escape time

It felt like yesterday, his constant headaches, the lacking ability to do anything. How weak he felt. It felt like yesterday he told his mother. She called for help immediately. Test after test. Results filed through. The apologies from the doctor, the wailing of his mother. Why was she crying? Kenma was the one with a year and a half to live. --- The gazebo, their spot. Those fairly lights, their stars. That's what Kuroo had called them. "Good night, my sunset lover." --- KUROKEN, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, ONESHOT