Learn to Never Love Again {Geno x Death}

Learn to Never Love Again {Geno x Death}

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Prologue: "Where am I?" Geno groaned, his eyes blinded with light. He looked around, his surroundings caught his attention. He was in a white void. Typical. Not to far where he stood, a dark figure stood there, as if it was expecting Geno. "Error, stop playin' around," Geno shouted, as he walked to the shadowy figure. His eyes widens, as he saw his boyfriend, Death, hand with hand with the worst person he ever hated. Stacy. They move closer, They connected their mouths. His eyes swells up with tears, as his hands shakes violently. A sudden force jab his chest, as oozes of blood spilled out more. He screams, louder and louder, but the pain wouldn't stop. "No, stop, please," he begged, but his eyes blurred out with Death smiling right at her, mouthing 'I love you' over and over. "Geno!" He opens his eyes, as he jerks his body to sit upward, as he looked around. He was in his room, the beautiful shade of rose swept along his eyes. He looks over to see a goat, his best and mother-like friend, Life. "Geno, you scared me! You started to scream," Life stammered as she gave him water,"Here. I want you to relax before you go anywhere else, Okay?" She smiled, which, Geno like about her the most. Her smile can really shine away the darkness. Geno smiled back as he waved back to Life, watching her walk downstairs. He sighed, as he stretched. A light blue hooded item stood near the doorway, on a hat rack. He looks at it and sighed. That night really blew him away. Well, almost. But he had to pay. Immensely. Darkness filled his eyes, as he could no longer smile, 'I hope.. ..I'll never love again.'
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