Constellations
A collection of magical, angst, tragic, adventurous love stories of the galaxy's princes and princesses.
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Note: I'm here, again, for a new story/drabble – actually, kind of a part of my old one-shot, Choosing a Gold Instead of Diamond (really common but– I really wanted to see and try it with this pairing, AND A DIALOGUE WITH EMOTION.) If you want to request something, I leave that review button to you, and DM me if you want!
Disclaimer: If I own this anime, I would probably make the twins, and the other cast look like mature adults who would deal with a lot of unnecessary dramas, but like, sprinkled with just a right amount of fluff. Yes, A lot of romance, and less action/adventure. Just right.
[2] parting. – "You want me to let you go?" It was almost a whisper–like she didn't really want to ask it. Her voice cracked. Every word pierces through her heart as she said that, like daggers with fine metal coated with lethal poison, just struck within her heart. Modern AU. [RXB]
"Are you saying you want me to let you go?"
It was almost a whisper–like she didn't really want to ask this. Her voice cracked.
Every word pierces through her heart as she said that. They are like daggers with fine metal, coated with a lethal poison, just struck within her heart.
10 daggers or words.
For every word, her heart ache, shakes, shatters, then goes numb, but will go hurt again. A never-ending cycle of torment.
It has never been so hard to say a sentence with 10 words on it.
It was a struggle, she never really wanted for her mouth to speak about this matter, this, especially this.
But it's not like she doesn't have any choice left to not say that, for he has gave her too much.
Too much for her heart and mind to handle.
It's almost her daily routine: to worry, to feel sorry, to worry, to worry.
It's just too much that she couldn't go to sleep easily anymore; it was a living nightmare. It's too much, she doesn't know but–the feeling of wanting to cry every day, she doesn't really understand, but she experienced it throughout.
There she goes, starts to sobs dryly as she hears none of his reply–because she wants him to say no, yet it took him too long to answer. Please say no, please. Every second was a torture.
She doesn't want to look at him, scared of what might have been his reaction. She keeps her head low, looking straight on the floor.
She is holding his hands tightly, like begging, pleading for something.
"You want me to let you go?" She repeats, but the second she swears she feels the burning heat inside her chest growing. And it hurts. But, she can't do anything to stop it.
"Bright, Please answer," Another whisper. She's now desperate for an answer, his answer. Her voice fails to keep its usual composure self again–which she tries not to show him she's almost about to cry. "Answer me–"
"I'm sorry."
And as she hears that, she doesn't mind everyone on that park anymore. She forgets how to breathe for a second, and her eyes widen for a lot of emotions she can't explain. She felt the thumping of her heart slows down like ultimately, and then go thumps loudly and fast.
She can't anymore.
She loses balance, her hands letting go of his unconsciously. The dry sobs before; now no longer dry, as she fell to her knees, and suddenly let it all out.
She doesn't know why–why did he want to break up with her? Like for 4 years, four freaking years, she's sure there wasn't a problem.
She is still trembling like there's no tomorrow, while flashbacks of him and her together plays on her mind. The first time they met by coincidence, the second time they saw each other by coincidence again, in the same place, and then the next time they saw each other again–she assumes that it's no longer a coincidence, for it has to be fate.
Even for how many times she thinks about it, there's just no way.
Where did it go wrong?
She fails to answer where.
When did it go wrong?
She fails to find an answer when.
Like she swears she wanted to die, it's a terrible feeling; she's sure things can't go back the way it was. It's finally the end of their story, for so long she has been so sure it's going to be him, but no–things didn't end up that way.
And just as she realized that, she can't stop crying. It hurts so much that she would prefer dying. How every memories of him being sweet to her squeezes her dry until she can feel nothing; like on how every time he goes visit her, and send her pretty presents, tell her cheesy pickup lines, and pampers her love kisses on her milky skin– oh, how she misses those days.
Little did she know that his "I'm sorry" changes everything.
"I'm sorry too," she muttered between sobs, and speaking little words have never been so hard to say, "Whatever I've done–"
"You did nothing wrong."
"I'm sorry," even if he has told her she did nothing wrong, she just can't heed that, it felt fitting.
Whatever happened next, she just wanted to erase everything.
Her precious time spent just to be with him, her feelings wasted offered for, and solely for him. All of them, gone. She knew that right after she let go of his hands, it's all over, not a good bye, but the promised forever both he and she had been reminding themselves at night ends here.
The always that they agreed into, fades, and then completely disappears.
Just like his feelings towards her.
He leaves her sobbing, regretting, but maybe, she hopes that maybe, he at least left regretting, and sobbing the time he gets back to wherever he will go.
Their happy ever after had no happy, ever even, and after.
It took her years to realize it was a promise written on water.
Ahh— so long to made this. Anyway, have a good day… and ugh, yes I have to keep practicing writing dialogues, or else I'd have to say goodbye to my chance writing a good dialogue because break is gradually slipping out. Next story will definitely be Rein X Shade… (HAH) [Also, I'm considering to not include ANY bright pairings… :/ I didn't like him much, anyway-] Thank you very much for reading.