#death tw

lee cheong-san so desperately wanted to believe that his friends back home were okay. that they had found some point of safety. perhaps even that the state of their world had reverted back to how things had been even weeks prior. the outbreak had occurred so quickly, it was hard to pinpoint, but that whole mess had started at his school. while he wished the best for all of the friends he'd known, he mostly needed to know that nam on-jo was safe. it had been a sweet moment: their first and only kiss before.... well... cheong-san had not turned himself, had he? that was the direction that he'd headed towards, but the transformation itself had not transpired. at least he had taken down gwi-nam, although that was debatable, too. cheong-san had the straps of his backpack over his shoulders as he walked between buildings on his school's campus. cheong-san liked to think that his mother would be proud of him for choosing to pursue college, even in light of the devastation that he had experienced. "do you go here, too? or teach here? forgive me... you look like you could do either," he said lightly.

Her mum died at some point and Cos doesn't want to talk about it.

i seriously need to see posts about people who became obsessed with death after experiencing grief

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It really had been an innocuous day spent walking the streets of Lumiose together. Amaryllis was always more than happy, and grateful, to spend time with Valère, especially given how much she had missed out on while she slept. All it took was them rounding a corner, and she laid eyes on a Pyroar in their path. The lion wasn't a wild 'mon, standing at the side of their trainer, but Amaryllis felt the walls close in on her immediately, and the world around her felt like it fell away.

She was back in the forest. Running with a shred of hope that she could best the beast that was ordered to hunt her. To hunt her, like she was prey, after slaughtering all of her comrades at the camp. It happened again, a second time, all because of who she was. Close friends, allies, goodhearted people who didn't deserve to die in such a way. And it was all her fault, again.

Amaryllis felt the claws dig into her skin as it caught her, the gnashing fiery teeth, the screams—her own screams, so loud and agonizing that the forest itself had gone totally silent save for her own suffering. Perhaps it was what she deserved, for not learning her lesson the first time her allies were killed. It was her own hubris that lead to this.

As Val spoke, deep blue eyes slowly lift to him, though her gaze still felt distant, clouded, in a way, as if she were staring through him. She hadn't realized how quickly her heart was racing, or how fast she was breathing. It felt like she was drowning. Her hand shakily lift, fingers tangling into the fabric of his sleeve.

"I'm sorry—" Amaryllis' voice slipped out quietly, nearly lost to the ambient sounds in the city. "I'm sorry—" she says again, though her mind isn't really sure why she is. Sorry for ruining everything. Sorry for being like this. Sorry for twisting this nice, pleasant day, they were spending together into something far more horrific and painful. Or perhaps it was for the comrades lost, lost because of her. Warm tears spilled over her eyes, rolling down her cheeks in heavy drops that soon splashed down to the concrete at their feet.