『ⱤɆⱫ』

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀“ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ, ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ɪ’ʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.”

[『ⱤɆⱫ』 @SyndrigDrifter]

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Mᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴀʀʏ.

Tʜᴇ ʟᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏʟғ
ᴡʜᴏsᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ
sᴛʀɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜғғᴇʀɪɴɢ...

[『ⱤɆⱫ』 @SyndrigDrifter]

@Gekyoku Back onto the cushioned surface, he now gazes back up to her. Why does she make him feel weak, so weak and vulnerable, polarizing to his usual behavior. He tries to look back into her eyes, remaining silent yet anxious for what is to be said.

[『ⱤɆⱫ』 @SyndrigDrifter]

@Gekyoku An enervated motion, as he rises back to his feet, still holding her hand as crimson optics reestablish contact with familiar hues. Hints of nostalgia whisper with the wind, yet fail to ease the rising tension.

“Rabbit...”

[『ⱤɆⱫ』 @SyndrigDrifter]

@Gekyoku Both hands caress her now frigid appendage, drawing it close to his visage. Eyes shut, forehead resting on the back of her palm as he musters whatever strength is left to try and fight this uphill battle.

“Doesn’t mean I won’t try. I’m just an idiot after all.”

[『ⱤɆⱫ』 @SyndrigDrifter]

@Gekyoku Digits make contact with her left hand, raising her paw slightly as his gaze lowers to focus on the fourth finger. Prior warmth felt missing now as he touches her.

“I won’t give up on this, even if you don’t believe me anymore.” Weakened, near defeat, yet he refuses to let go.

[『ⱤɆⱫ』 @SyndrigDrifter]

@Gekyoku An outward statement. He’s lost her trust, what he wanted to avoid the most. And the disappointment with himself only grows with each second.

[『ⱤɆⱫ』 @SyndrigDrifter]

@Gekyoku Lower lip bitten to induce a pain that prevents thoughts from going into limbo. His sight drifts down to her hands, an attempt to reach forward, yet prepared for a negative response.

“Would you even say yes to the decision I want to make...” More of a whisper to himself than-