Wassup

'But i was wrong, so fucking wrong. even if i could ignore the technology here. This city, the people, even the sun feeling like a cheap imitation of it," you try to stop yourself from crying but its too hard "I cant even lie to myself if i tired."

Sylus wraps his arm around you, rubbing your back comfortingly as you sob frustrated, hopeless and tired. The sun is halfway gone beneath the ocean coloring the sky into ombre of pink and orange.

"It makes sound me like a hypocrite. I always rant how cooler and better this universe is. Theres no evols, no crystal creatues, no inter-dimensional space travel there, only my bitter [family/ex/bully] but theres also other things. My childhood, my culture. Everything that makes me me is there the good the bad, the ugly. No amount of words can how I can describe it, you cant get it, understand what i truly feel."

You fidget with the sleeves feeling restless that you want to do somthing. "Even if my universe feel like worser version to this universe in some areas. I still want to go back, to love and cherish it despite its flaws, show the people who put me down that they fail and to people I love im here for them. I think Im going to do it."

"Do you understand what would happen if you use ur evol, angel?"

'That ill die?" the sun fully disapper letting the moon and stars shine. involutnerailry you r hand gently place at the nape of ur neck, just right between your index and middle finger if you press a little harder. you can feel the corner of the hard metal box. An evol dampener, the only thing preventing your death, if you accidently use your evol. The only saving grace of your self-destructive evol is that its your only ticket to go home.

"Yes i do." you shuffle in his embrace to look at the stars. You like to pretend that one of those stars are your world, that you dont have to your wretched evol. The weeks of hiding this festering loneliness had drained everything, leaving the mental exhaustion to cling your eyes. A tired chuckle leaves you as you say the words that has been on your mind for sometime.

"you know you always call me an angel because how we met," you smile that the funny memory how you fought with Sylus thinking hes a suck-up cosplayer thanks to the effect of your evol, you couldnt tell that you teleport to the lads universe. "But somtimes i like to think youre one. An angel, like in my world angel r depictef as scary and terrifying to ward the evil. So maybe you're like m-"

Sleep pulls you under.

Sylus POV:'My angel?' 'Mine?' He could only selfishly hope its the latter.

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