[ The rest of the world might as well only be an illusion past the security of his embrace. Music is silent. People are forgotten. The only reality is right here, and yet she can feel that malicious dread lingering just outside the two of them. She doesn't want to go back to that reality.
Her knuckles go white the tighter she clings to him. She can barely hear her own voice. ]
Please, don't leave me.
[ There are still people here who matter to her. So why is he the only one she gives such a selfish wish? Especially after he tells her he can't promise what they both know she wants? If everyone she considered a friend were to die tomorrow, that would be exactly what she deserves. Isn't that how her story is supposed to go? If she's not the one dying, then the ones she loves will have to suffer instead. She's ignored this fact for too long already, clinging to a selfish wish to keep going, to keep moving, to live.
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Her knuckles go white the tighter she clings to him. She can barely hear her own voice. ]
Please, don't leave me.
[ There are still people here who matter to her. So why is he the only one she gives such a selfish wish? Especially after he tells her he can't promise what they both know she wants? If everyone she considered a friend were to die tomorrow, that would be exactly what she deserves. Isn't that how her story is supposed to go? If she's not the one dying, then the ones she loves will have to suffer instead. She's ignored this fact for too long already, clinging to a selfish wish to keep going, to keep moving, to live.
Who said she was allowed to live? ]