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chopin - nocturne op.9 no.2

Blue waves crashed against his feet.

Alone and away from others.

He sat solitarily by the shore.

Now, he was free.

Overlooking the sea, he saw freedom – the thing he had always dreamt.

Free from pain.

But not without you by his side.

Every single day without you was another piece of him deteriorating.

But humanity needed him.

He had to keep pushing for that freedom.

His heart sank at the thought of a future.

Everyone was so happy, unlike him.

But soon he was to be happy.

His trembling hand reaches to your blade from beside him.

Bringing it in front of his dull eyes, he softly gazes at the initial – the gold reflection blinks through his hollow orbs.

Ignoring the calls of his name.

Before he knew it, he felt the sharpness of the blade strike through his skin.

Straight through his already,

broken heart.

Now feeling a sense of ease, he won't be able to live a day without your warm presence.

In the end, he deserved this.

He deserved to lose everything and everyone.

He deserved this, because of the pain he had inflicted on people.

On his one and only love.

And now he understood.

That life is to be lived in everlasting pain.

everlasting pain ⤷‧₊˚ levi ackermanWhere stories live. Discover now