Someone... Save me.

Someone... Save me.

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Rythian feels like he is alone in the world. His corruption deep inside is telling him this. He refuses to give in but he always does when he's angry. He's scared but doesn't want to tell anyone. His ender and corruption always comes out and forms into its 'Human Form'. It only does this when he's most vulnerable or alone. He's scared sometimes to close the curtains at night. Because he's a strong mage he sometimes gets visions. They aren't always true but they can be. Can Duncan, the person who betrayed him, help bring Rythian back to happiness? Back to sanity? ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Duncan... How stupid are you?" "Stupid enough to believe in my heart, Sjin." The scientist sighed leaning back in his chair.
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Joong had never believed in fate. Until the accident. When he opened his eyes in the hospital, dazed and dizzy, he saw a glowing number floating above the nurse's head. 3247 It pulsed, like a heartbeat. Days. The number dropped by one as the clock struck midnight. He tried to ignore it. Pretend it was trauma, stress, anything logical. But then he saw zero above a stranger in the hallway. And the stranger died. Joong's world cracked. He stopped looking at the numbers. Stopped caring. Until the boy with the countdown of 30 days spilled iced coffee on him and smiled like sunlight. Dunk. He lived like time didn't scare him. Joong watched his number burn lower and lower, powerless. And somewhere between midnight drives, raindrop kisses, and rooftop sunrises - joong forgot that dunk was a countdown. He started treating him like a future. But fate doesn't negotiate. When love arrives with an expiration date, What hurts more -- Knowing the end is coming or loving anyway?

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