In the stillness of the moment, words became unnecessary. Sometimes, love didn't need to be spoken aloud to be felt deeply. It resonated in the quiet glances, in the unspoken understanding between two people.
As he stepped out of the car, his heart pounding with urgency, his words caught in his throat. He couldn't find the right ones to say, not when everything he felt was so overwhelming. But there was one thing he knew-he couldn't let go. Not now. Not when he had finally found the one person who meant everything to him.
He turned quickly, his hand reaching out for the other person's, fingers trembling slightly with emotion. His eyes locked with theirs, and in that instant, his feelings became clear. He didn't need words to express what he was desperate to say. With a burst of fervor, he signed quickly, desperately, his hands moving fluidly through the air. The signs were sharp, each movement speaking louder than any sentence could.
"Please don't leave me. I only have you in my life."
The rawness of his words, though silent, hung in the air between them like a vow-one that didn't need to be spoken aloud to be understood.
With the pains getting worse, the debt looming over her and the consequences sinking in, Y/N sees no other option than to blindly join the game.They seemed fine at first.
Until the first gunshot rung out.
With players continually voting to stay, Y/N seeks safety with a previous winner and his group. Including player 001.
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TW -
Swearing
Death
Gore
Illness
Sensitive topics
Smut (OPTIONAL to read it)