#ugggghhhhhh

How about we all kill ourselves 😂😂😂😂😂😂

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"It's you, Blake Belladonna."

Yang's crying, now, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her voice is strained by raw emotion, the words nothing more than a keening plea. Blake's heart shatters, she isn't worthy of this, she doesn't deserve this. Yang has family, a sister, friends.

"It's always been you."

But that's just it, isn't it? Yang has people, and she still chose her. Their destiny was written for them from the beginning, but Yang doesn't care about any destiny. She chose Blake. Every day, she chooses her, chooses to stay by her and support her and love her. Blake sobs, the sound ripping itself from her chest, her heart.

"Yeah. It's always been you, too."

Yang is the first to press their heads together, though Blake quickly responds in kind. Realistically, they both know what is about to happen. They can feel it in their bones, in the way their auras shudder, even with their Godly power. They can feel it in the way the air thickens, like a goodbye, a farewell. This is it, it says, warm and comforting. This is the end.

Neither of them speak. They don't have to, they've never had to, having always understood each other better than anyone else. They glance up in sync, lilac meets gold, and that's all they need.

I think I love you, one vows, smiling with tears in her eyes.

I love you, too, the other promises, holding on tight and never letting go.

They're Blake and Yang.

They're Blake and Yang.

In a few moments, the light surrounding them will die down, and with it, they will die, too. The power will leave behind ashes and rubble, and where they stand now, two flowers will emerge from the ground. Their stems will be intertwined, wrapped around each other tightly, impossible to separate. They will grow together, glowing amidst the blackened soil. A nightshade and a chrysanthemum.

But, for now, they can just be Blake and Yang. Together.

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but i got sick and now i’m ill