I'm not him
ThaiI'm not him
ThaiI'm not him
Even though his soul was that of the Great Sage, Murata Ken was Murata Ken. Nothing more, nothing less. He had learned to deal with the Great Sage's memories and feelings, but he had not imagined that accepting Geneus' soul could be such a heavy burden. All the feelings for Shinou that he had repressed came back stronger and he couldn't hide it anymore, but it was necessary to make it clear that those feelings weren't his.
Synopsis
Written by
View profile
Vício atual: Akatsuki no Yona Pareço ser bem normal, mas sou muito estranha. Costumo falar sozinha e as pessoas sempre perguntam com quem es...
Recommendations
0Be the first to recommend this story to other readers!
More like this
To the sound of the music box and in the throne room, a couple dances a waltz. Conyuu. Happy Easter, Conyuu fans.
Summary: Conrad and Yuuri are happy. They are expecting their first child. Conyuu.
A ficlet where Yuuri and Conrad are dating under a cherry tree. Conyuu.
My destiny was only to make you happy and love you from afar. But, life... Life proved me wrong. I love you, Yuuri. And I can die happy knowing that you love me back. Conyuu.
Loving Yuuri was so hard, years of accidental engagement and the only one to harbor any feelings other than friendship was Wolfram. The blonde allowed himself to be deceived with hugs, with simple words, small gestures and gentle smiles, but he knew perfectly well that this was not what it seemed or what he made it seem in his mind.
"Out of our minds and out of time wishing I could be with you to share the view" Wolfram's feelings for Yuuri were almost overflowing, and it hurt. The fire Mazoku, however, continued to hide him from his object of desire; he felt he was unrequited. But in the midst of his nocturnal daydreams, a tiny, warm surprise warms his chest, making him happier. "While she loved feeling that way that only he made her feel, she hated her precisely because he himself didn't have the same feeling as you. And that hurt. Every time he realized that, his heart tightened, twisted, and then disappeared, leaving an empty space in the place that would soon be filled with a new heart that was ready to be broken again. And again, again, again. . There were countless times this happened. All thanks to small gestures and words."