November Rain
I wanted to scream that I loved him... but my protective instinct spoke much louder than any cry of love.. I'm afraid of suffering... of being rejected as I've always been... Is that selfish?
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"If they don't need you, it's okay. You don't live for other people."— Hironori 'Kyo' Nishimura Olá...
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Small daily stories about love in small gestures. Because love doesn't need anything grand to be beautiful. —Microstories for the Flufftober 2023 challenge (Fanfics)-
I had no hope anymore. She wanted to give up on everything and everyone, she only trusted in the sky, in the great firmament. Until he appeared. Picking up the shards of your soul, and ending the emptiness, bringing colors where there was only darkness.
"All I know is that I have to make sure. Make sure you never wake up again."
I can't, I don't want to and I can't take it anymore. You hurt me too much, love. You don't know me.
I could see the image of that infamous vocalist walking into the apartment, his face wet and bare. Her hair was glued to her eyes, and an unlit cigarette between her fingers. A bag in his hands and a curl of his lips that he used to call a smile.
"Niikura took a deep breath, lifting his face, staring at the dim lamps on the ceiling. He grunted relatively loudly, stepping out as well. It could have been the best thing to do, but in the leader's view –and of course, in Die's-, it was the worst."