#pukasi

(Idk why I write this)

🐰 PART 1 – Before the Fall

You always thought Pukasi was misunderstood.

Yes, he was odd. His ears twitched at strange sounds. He spaced out in the middle of conversations. And sometimes, he’d talk to shadows like they were old friends.

But with you?

He was different. Softer. Real.

Every day after his street shows, you’d find him behind the stage cart, sitting on a crate with chalk on his sleeves and glitter in his hair.

"You're late," he'd grin. "You always say that," you'd smile back.

You didn’t know when your friendship became something more. It was slow—hidden in small things. The way he'd keep your favorite candy in his pocket “just in case.” The way he’d gently adjust your scarf if it was crooked. The way he’d freeze when your hand brushed his.

But he never said anything.

Not even the night you caught him crying behind the tent, clutching Susie’s old magic wand.

"She was... everything," he whispered. "So are you," you said without thinking.

He blinked at you like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

And then he smiled—like maybe the world wasn’t so cruel after all.

💥 PART 2 – After the Crash

The accident took more than just blood.

It took him.

When you woke up in the hospital, bruised and dazed, they told you Pukasi hadn’t spoken in days. That he sat in a corner muttering to someone who wasn’t there. That he didn’t even recognize his own sister.

But when he saw you?

He lit up like a dream.

"You came back," he whispered, rushing to you with open arms. "I knew you would. My love always returns."

You froze. "My... what?"

He pulled you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder.

"Don’t be silly. We've been together forever."

Your heart sank.

This wasn’t a joke. In his mind, you’d always been his. Not just a friend, but something more—something warped and idealized, shaped by grief and madness.

He told you about your "dates," your "wedding plans," even how you “held him when Susie died.”

None of it had happened.

But the way he looked at you—with so much love, so much desperate hope—you couldn’t bring yourself to correct him.

He was shattered. And you were the only piece he still trusted.

🕯️ EPILOGUE – “Stay With Me”

Some nights, he still wakes up screaming.

Calling for Susie. For Pula. For you.

You hold his shaking hands, even when he calls you by the wrong name. Even when his grip is too tight. Even when you’re afraid he’ll slip further away.

But in those brief moments—when he blinks, confused, and whispers your real name...

“You’re still here?” “I never left.”

He smiles that old smile again. For a second, the broken magician becomes whole.

And you wonder if love can reach even those lost in the deepest illusions.

Do I have a problem with loving to create problematic projects based on already problematic things? :/

AGGHHHH WHY DID MOST OF THEM DIE 😭

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