lips curling into a teasing smirk ,
nodding in agreement to the
request .
he would be careful , that much
could be promised . if the puppets
that endured could be saved ,
he would do all he could to help .
โ โ โ
โ โ โ a heavy sigh ๏ผ
โ โ โ why is this far
โ โ โ more work than
โ โ โ he was ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ .แฃ
โ โ โ โธโธโ โ okayใ โ โ ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ข๐บ ๏ผ
โ โ โ TRY to be a little
โ โ โ more mindful .แฃ .แฃ โ โธโธ
โ โ โ
he felt selfish , for wanting
her to hang on just a little
longer for him .
after spending all of this
time guiding him . . .
he couldn't lose her .
he couldn't ๐๐ without her .
there was so much ergo
around them . so much
concentrated essence of
life . . .
the sight before him was a
portrait of cerulean suffering .
no soul should've ever been
made to endure anything
even close to this .
why her ? why the most
gentle of beings brought to
this .
his throat closes , tight with
a feeling he cannot express .
โ โ โ
โ โ โ the quiver in his
โ โ โ voice doesn't go
โ โ โ unnoticedใ โ โ nor
โ โ โ does it fail to not
โ โ โ tear her asunder
โ โ โ all the more ๏ผ
โ โ โ he never should have
โ โ โ had to see her like
โ โ โ this.ฬฒ.ฬฒ.ฬฒ โ โ but what
โ โ โจพเผยท
he wasn't ready to let her go .
not after coming this far , after
doing so much for krat .
how could this place , the hotel ,
or any of it feel like home
without her ?
โ. . . p-please . . . โ
there had to be something he
๐ฐ๐ผ๐๐น๐ฑ do to fix this , all of it .
the final set of doors ,
a deep rich mahogany
engraved with thorns
and roses .
the imagery of a garden ,
containing a caged
butterfly .
๐ฏ๐ฐ . . .
๐ฏ๐ฐ . . .
๐ฏ๐ฐ . . .
โ ๐ด-๐ด๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ช๐ข . . . โ
at first , it was emptiness .
function , and nothing more .
one step in front of the other ,
one swing and another for
the sake of survival .
but little by little , the ergo within
him began to unlock deeply
sealed memories .
his life ? or carlo's ?
minutes feel like hours ,
the stone crumbles beneath
shuffling feet .
a final decisive blow brings
her to her knees , and thus
the complete is bested .
though there should be a
sense of victory . . .
. . . there is only dread .