Zach x sora fan fiction

By zack

i do not own the characters lol

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to my dearest;

i apologize for having to post this on , but ao3 doesn't let me have an account as i require, so hopefully nobody else is reading this, and if they are, i guess it isn't the end of the world.

i can begin with a sort of overlook of myself. you see, sora, i know my writing is fantastic, as narcissistic as that may come off as: it's just fact. i have won countless writing competitions and received every compliment in the book over my only talent, and i could write endlessly about anyone i have ever met in pristine sentences, and explain my exact emotion towards them- but there have been two people i just can't. i told you that i just don't think that my writing can do these two justice, as no matter how flawless i can construct words, they leave me merely breathless, and there isn't much i can do about that. christopher and yourself are these two people. i get tongue tied. everything about you leaves me speechless, and it's odd, as i always have something to say. it's kind of silly, really. thinking about it, i'm such a cynical person- my view of the world is so corrupted that sometimes it seems as if i'm watching the human race deteriorate around me and that anything that could provide any sense of hope is lost, i am doomed to live a life of repetition. i have lost interest in living, if you could even consider it that. but you, are a challenge. people are so easy, sora. they adore me. they consistently beg for my persistent attention, and there's only been two people that are fun. complex. i could give a 20 name long list of how many times people have confessed their "love" for me, because they are blinded. people are generally blinded by those masks i sort of explained to you. they see me as an entity that will protect them, someone that's intimidating and comfortable all at once, and they're easy to play with. i like using the human race as an preoccupied leisure activity, as they're so easy to crumble.

but not you.

when i say that you are complex, it means that i have no interest in playing with you. in all honesty, it feels like the roles are reversed and suddenly, i'm one of those people that i toy with on a daily basis. and it's sad, because it just brings my cynicism into a truth. i can do my best to describe what may be your "aesthetic," if you will- it's hard to nail it accurately as i am unable to piece you together. so many people are so willing, so eager to spill their whole life's story onto me, but i can't get you to. you're an air of mystery. you're the loud crackling of a bonfire on a warm summer night, you're a jar of fireflies and paper lanterns strung across a balcony overlooking an ocean, the sickening scent of a candy shop that is brightly lit and welcoming, you're a cassette tape rewinding in a old automobile, you're the sourness of a watermelon jolly rancher, you're the rush the crowd gets on a friday night football game when their team scores, you're exactly the taste of fireball- bitter cinnamon that makes someone's head spin which just so happens to be my favorite alcohol to drink straight from the bottle. you're such a diverse mix to me of aesthetic and i love it, i'm captivated by it- goddammit, sora. i can't stand it. you showed up and were a challenge. you are a challenge, and sadly to say, i love to torture myself by trying to explore said challenge. \

i know you're probably temporary, and i keep trying to tell myself that's all it'll ever be, but i can't stop myself from fucking being in love with you, and i'm not quite sure what to do. i guess ill just keep writing love letters and hoping you'll still be there in the morning.

-zack.

Christopher is my bf btw leel

btw this is a joke lel