Listen To Me // ChosenDark

⚠️ TW: ChoDark, angst, alcohol, gore and vomiting. Currently in progress of being written. ⚠️

- The Chosen One -

I breathed in the bitter scent of smoke, my vision becoming blurred with shades of pearlescent grey and clouds of dust. I swallowed the guilt, buried deep in my throat like the cinders of a once-passionate flame. It reminded me of you; the sliver of each incandescent spark bright enough to light the hearth of my eyes. You. I clenched my fists and entwined my fingers tightly, my knuckles turning white as I seethed in frustration and sorrow. The stark greys and browns of the atmosphere cleared, yet my vision remained blurred; I felt my eyes being pricked by needles, a thin thread of sorrow trailing down my cheek. The string of futile connection that used to stitch my spirit together felt ruptured without you in this world, even if I just witnessed you going up in flames. The Dark Lord.
The betrayal that day stabbed me mentally and physically. I felt the blood of broken trust trickle down onto my hand. Yet, I held onto it until the last second.
I looked across the plains strewn with viridescent grass blades, into the horizon. My eyes scanned past the mountain lofts in mindless surveillance, tracing each shape in a jagged motion. Suddenly, my fingers reached out, covered in the honeyed essence of sunlight, flowing down like delicate golden ribbons. I flattened the verdant carpet of grass until I felt something feather-weight drop onto my hand. More raindrops came, each engraved with a fingerprint drawn in reflected light, speckling gems onto my skin. The air reeked of moist mud, yet I stayed there, unable to process what had just happened.
Unable to cope.

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The description above is NOT how the rest of the book will be written, sorry.

An unplanned story about Chosen losing Dark and trying to cope. Some of his methods are ...unhealthy.

Not a smut book.