❤️ ( WHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOPS )
My muse is almost dead. Send me “❤️” for my muse’s last words to your muse.
How many times had he warned her, how many times had he told her he didn't deserve friends? How many times had he told her it would be better for her to turn away, to leave him be? Way too many, and yet, every single time she rejected his warnings, and still clung to him, calling herself his friend. She would be there for him, be there with him, whenever he would need her or need someone. And maybe, in some way, he had finally found a friend again, though he struggled to open his heart to her, she still became a friend to him. But that friendship didn't last long - so it seemed. He didn't want her to end up in a situation he had faced way too many times before, but avoiding this was simply impossible. And now, as it got harder and harder to breathe, he turned to face her. He seemed rather calm, even though the pain was unbearable. The beeping slowly faded in the background, something he had gotten used to in the last few hours. His eyes locked with hers, and he let out a soft and shaky sigh. "I told you... didn't I? That it w-would be better not to be my friend... that it would be b-better to leave me alone... th-that I didn't deserve anyone? I j-just... w-want to thank you, though, for being so stubborn... because if you weren't, I would have b-been here on my own..." A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, but it took all of his strength to do so, and slowly his eyes closed, as a last murmur was heard. "K-Keep smiling..."












