10 More Minutes

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10 мore мιnυтeѕ - ĸιll нannaн

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Not entirely sure if this fits, but if i kept scrapping and rewriting I never would have gotten anything done. ://

Word Count:551

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With every ing moment the futility of it all pressed down on you. Everything you had done and endured was for nothing. The curse that had been placed upon you would be burned into you for as long as you lived but that seemed insignificant under the weight of your rapidly approaching lonliness. The threat of loosing everything had always been there, but you never thought anything of it. You assumed he would be able to forgive you. You assumed he would remain by your side and instead he had left just like the others.

All you needed was a little longer. You just wanted- needed him to understand. You hadn't done this out of malice you only wanted to be free from all of this. Then you could be with him and all of this would be nothing more than a distant nightmare.

But of course that was too much. Anything you could possibly want was too much. Especially when it came to time and understanding. Those around you always seemed to be in short supply of both. Everyone except him... Before at least.

For just a little while you almost felt normal. The chaos that swirled around you had been staved off and you could recall a time where you didn't need to brace yourself for whatever misfortune may have been lurking around the corner. You could just...be. You liked that. You missed that. You had started to associate it with being around him. The two went hand in hand and while you may not have been able to rely on his presence you knew what you could expect when he was around. That sense of calm you got was something only he could provide.

The image of his back was burned into your memory and you longed for anything else to replace it. You had missed him before he was even gone.

How much time had even ed? How long had you hidden yourself away in this shadowy realm? You didn't know, but the pain in your chest hadn't faded anyway. It could have been ten minutes or ten hours. At least nothing else could hurt you down here. This would have to be the new place you found solace in; even if you hated how the silence weighed on you and your inner turmoil was amplified.

You hug your knees to your chest and glance at your hand. You were almost certain you could see the black stains on your fingertips edging their way further up your hand. While you may have thought you ruined everything you touched, you never thought it would literally happen. You sigh, feeling your claws dig into your palm as you made a fist.

What were you supposed to do? It was hard to how you got on before all of this; largely because you were merely scraping by. You'd simply have to go back to that. While the idea of sulking down here forever was a tempting idea, you knew even you couldn't manage that. Not with the real world a hairs length away. It was better to rip the band-aid off now rather than lulling yourself into false sense of security.

He wasn't coming back for you. No amount of begging or praying for more time could fix that.