Following the events of last night.

As the sun came around, Pandora laid the young man back in his bed.

pandora was extremely worried.

Earlier that day, she found him asleep in his bed rocking back and forth while muttering something muffled and incoherent. Only when she saw his face did she realise the grim reality of the situation.

The poor thing looked terrible, bleached and depleted, his hair was unkempt, tangled and untidy, his eyes sunken and heavy looking, his face gaunt and bloodless, dark circles rimmed around his lifeless eyes, his mouth hung wide open, his breathing was shallow and uneven.

He was laying there static and unmoving on the bed, then without prior notice, he started thrashing about and stirring, his face scrunching up as he moaned loudly before gasping, tears pricked his eyes as he shook violently, his eyes opened to reveal the darkest tint of brown.

They were dilated and glazed over, they seemed anxious, almost as ifhedidn't believe that he was actually there. He held his stomach tightly as he gasped for air, and coughed harshly, saliva coming through his thin lips, tears descending down his cheeks, his hands shaking violently and terribly, suddenly he started crying, loud sobs filled the room, teary ragged breathing with snot running down his nose, was a sight that made her heart break a little.

after a long session of wailing.

was followed promptly, by a seemingly endless stretch of silence, of stillness, where not a peep nor a single whimper escaped his lips. He remained perfectly still aside from the occasional coughs. a few tears fell from his eyes. It was disturbing, very disturbing.

And Just when pandora thought he was finished, she heard a weak chuckle.

It caught her by surprise. She hadn't expected it. The gesture was alarming to say the least. It sounded fragile, and unstable, desperate even. The sound rang in her ears and brought chills down her spine, a feeling the witch of vainglory has experienced only a handful of times, during her lengthy and hazardous existence.

Something was wrong and she couldn't put her finger on, and the next thing she knew, the chamber was filled with cachinnation, and giggles, some more than others, it sounded like someone trying to hold back laughter. It was frightening.

He was laughing in an outburst, frantically, he was losing his mind, he kept on laughing and giggling with tears streaming down his face, for so long that his voice became rough and husky, and he found himself in a coughing fit.

After several minutes passed, and as he seemed to once again regain his bearing, he stared at Pandora, she stared back, unable to break her gaze. He chuckled darkly, and with a wry smile he said.

"You don't know anything? Do you?" His voice was still scratchy and pained, but with every word spoken, she could tell he was getting more wretched and hysterical as he spoke.

She didn't know what he meant, "what?". She finally said, her tone was cautious and uncertain, because something felt off, and she couldn't quite get a handle on it.

He laughed again but he didn't respond verbally to her question, he sighed deeply, "oh...right..." he mumbled as he turned his face from side to side, slowly he sat up, he winced slightly as he moved, slowly and painfully, the movement made his body ache, it hurt terribly. He closed his eyes as he took a big gasp of air, then opened his eyes again, looking at her with such intensity, her eyes widening in shock. He continued speaking, words spilling out of his lips quicker than she could keep up with, "you don't know... Of course you don't, you don't have a fucking clue! None of you people do! Smiling and laughing carelessly! completely unaware of the truth, you fucking clueless morons! You don't have a fucking inkling as to what's going on behind the curtains!" he raised his voice as he spoke.

She frowned at his outburst and stood still, "Subaru, you need to calm down." she replied, not quite understanding why he was upset with her.

Taking another huge gulp of air, his eyes opened again as he continued talking.

"but I do, I know, I figured it out, I drank from the fountain of truth, it was forced down my throat, it made me want to throw up! I know! The knowledge was bestowed upon me, but I didn't want to know! 'cause even if I did, there's nothing I could do about it! I'm trapped! in a hell made just for me! , and I will never escape, he would never allow it! Being aware doesn't help! It just makes it worse! , it's a curse, another fucking curse! I swear, this god, this writer! He has it in for me. He wants to skin me alive, to strip me of all that makes me human, to render me nothing but an empty shell. What does he gain from that? amusement? joy,? Or is it something else, vengeance or maybe a sense of justice that he judged me, that he cleansed this realm of me and my sins, fuck him! and fuck this hellhole of a place! Why did it have to be me... I know... I know I did some bad things, but did I really deserve this? , isn't this too much?... I'm tired, I can't go on like this anymore... I just want... I want to die... I just want to not exist anymore... I'm tired."

he murmured quietly, lowering his head as he hugged himself tightly, the pain and griefevident in his features.

She stayed completely frozen at first, then she stepped forward, and without saying a word, went to her knees beside the bed, taking him into her arms.

He didn't resist nor protest, he welcomed her embrace and held tightly onto her as he sobbed silently against her shoulder.

"I... I don't really understand... but I'm here and my offer still stands." she whispered softly, running her fingers though his soft blonde hair soothingly, trying to soothe him, to ease his pain, as she leaned her cheek against his forehead as she stroked his hair.

"if you ever fall, I'll be here to catch you."

he cried silently against her shoulder, holding tightly to her, and she held him close as he cried, her chest tightened slightly, it wasn't pity, it wasn't anger, or annoyance either, it wasn't sadness, sadness was a foreign concept to her.

her heart ached, her soul shivered with passion, she wanted to hold him and take away all of his pain but she couldn't.

and he probably wouldn't even let her take him if she ever asked, she just had to make him comfortable. so she continued to stroke his hair.

as he cried himself to sleep he muttered inaudible words and phrases over and over, and she listened intently, hoping that someday she would make sense of his mad ramblings.

she put him to bed, carefully adjusting the blanket and making him comfortable, she sat down on a chair and gazed down at him, her eyes trailing his face and body, it reminded her of someone.

someone she knew a long time ago, fragment of memories buried in the deepest nooks and crannies of her soul, leaving a bittersweet after taste in her heart, the face of a ghost haunting her dreams, a face covered with the veil of time, leaving only an aching in her heart and perhaps...perhaps the hope she would meet him once again, the one she couldn't remember yet couldn't forget, the one that once inhabited her heart and soul, and maybe she did the same to him?, she hoped, that perhaps she would see his face once again, and the love dormant in heart would awaken and be born anew.

what a beutifull dream huh?

That he would rescue her form the cruel clutches of this world, and her cold and lifeless heart will be filled with his warmth and love.

...again?

A never ending loop.

Time was cruel, memories get forgotten, relationships reset, and the only thing that remains, are the residue of the feelings that once resided our hearts

But, maybe this time--

As she watched him sleep. her hands reached out and gently brushed a stray hair out of his face, she traced a fingertip along his cheek bone lightly, it was cold and fragile, like porcelain, she didn't dare to move further, she feared that she would shatter everything, it was like touching the moonlight, but it was warm instead of icy.

she didn't notice when she drifted into unconsciousness.

holding into that hope, tightly for she was afraid that the world would make her forget once again.

The land of the living bid her farewell, as the land of dreams welcomed her.

as the morning came. pandora woke up with a start, almost falling from her chair, she rubbed her eyes furiously, blinking her sight clear and looking around the room for signs of the boy, her heart sank when she heard his screams.

just when she thought it was over, it begun anew.

still alive! back again with another video make sure to smaaaaaash! that like button! and subs--

wait! wrong platform!

sorry let me just..ugh..ah..get...my here I found it! okay let's do another take.

soooooo, I think I can safely say I have a a month or two of freedom, so the story will progress alot faster, I hope.

the next chapter is almost done expect it in a day or two.

this and the next chapter may seem like filler, it can be a little boring for some but I think it's necessary for the development of the two main characters of this story subaru and emilia.

I'm just joking please don't kill me.

I meant subaru and pandora.

so anyway enjoy the story also any criticism is very much appreciated.