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 ▪  ▪  ▪  ▪  kris wu jiaheng yifan, one. two. three.

Yes, what I am is what you will let me be earth child, but listen carefully to my heart crashing against your head:  you could slip in momentarily but do not sleep,                                        do not sleep underneath my waves eternally. 

Stop, stop, stop.          Stop your lies.

you were the darkest & the brightest moments in my life.           . . .               you were in my life, once. 

All I know is that you can set me free.        Where are you when I need you so?

even if you're trapped     i hope it's in my arms where eternity lasts.

❝ — Dr. Kaneki Takao. 27 yrs old. Neurosurgeon. One-Eyed Ghoul. ❞

         after a whole day of running around, doing errands and meeting editors and going to school lectures, suji finally found herself thoroughly exhausted as she sat face down on the table in front of her at a small ramen shop near her home. having worked herself into a comatose state, she couldn’t help but lie her head on the surface, her eyes closed as if to catch her breath while waiting for her food to come out as well.           okay, not to mention she’d also had a few shots of soju before, but it wasn’t affecting her. much. she was tired and feeling a little more blue than usual, so when she’d arrived at the stall, it didn’t take much hesitation to accept the green bottle and pop it open for a few drinks. after a few more moments of resting her head, she erected herself and downed half of the remaining alcohol, letting out a soft “kaaah” after swallowing, carefully wiping at her lips.           “what a life,” she mumbled to herself before resting her head back down once more, shaking it slowly and letting out a deep sigh.

it was soon enough that he’d selected an empty table for two near the corners with walls populated by attached lists of menus and daily specials accompanied by appetizing photographs of various dishes. retsuya pushed up the frames of his glasses and nimbly scanned the coloured images before he settled on a single decision after processing through the steps of mental debate that concerned his dinner. it’s really not that he usually encounters problems dealing with decisions, but it’s the abundance of selections that’d disrupted his ability to choose. he tugs up a satisfied smile at his final decision and swerves around in his chair, head turning to relocate the same lady for the placement of his dinner order. 

Let me be the one you turn to when you’re sad, when you’re happy, when you need a punching bag or a shoulder to cry on. Let me be the one who’s arms to run into at the end of the day because you know that it’s right next to my heart that you feel the safest. I fell for you because of the way you protect everyone around you. But what will you do if the time comes when you need to be protected? Lean on me. Trust me. Give me your heart, and I’ll treasure it.

Forgotten folklores dwell in silence, lingering in the pages of aged culture. No longer are they spoken past lips, and if so, only sparsely between elder and child in friendly converse. Sadly, the actuality is no longer in effect. The lines of reality and fantasy blurred. Yet the mythical creatures lost in a false belief of nonexistence still live, mingling with the human population behind deceptive masks.

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