"These feelings.. the erosion has erased, or one had assumed so. Yet when we speak it's as if such a thing doesn't exist... if you could stay by my side, You who shares the memories." Y/n is non-binary, but I apologize if they act more feminine in a way, I tend to write my characters with slight anxiety, stutters, timid and skittish- pessimistic- and uh- sociopath-ish (?) (a few changes made to this y/n btw) MY FRIEND WAS JOKING AROUND SO I DECIDED TO DO THIS LOL- AND Y E S- I WILL TAKE THIS AS SERIOUSLY AS THE OTHERS- THO NGL IT FEELS KINDA AWKWARD WRITIN THIS- !T.W: gore, PTSD flashbacks, separation anxiety! (this will likely be updated throughout the fic, hence why I put mature)