𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ☆
a doctor finds herself falling in love with a kindhearted woman. you reciprocated her feelings. but then, she heard the news of your wedding and through the following d...
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❝ 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆, 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂. ❞
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It was a long night. There is a gathering in the palace of darkness. Mansions were towering around the guests who walked towards the masquerade ball. Everyone was wearing mask. Gowns and suits were tailored in dark colors. None of them tried to stand out and as if they were blending with the monstrosity residing in the forest, their eyes gleamed in red.
Akiko Yosano was no different. Standing in the center, before her, a palace decorated in corrupted jewels and yet somehow, whatever kind of magic they have, it shines like a true gemstone. Everyone is whispering and laughing alongside their partners and yet there's a deep and solemn silence that only she could observe.
The doctor does not believe in fairy tales. She spent the majority of her childhood in war. It was not all gleam and glow but blood and ashes. What she believes in, lies within the dark. That was until she met you. You, who arrived barefoot, with your gown all so sparkly and blinding. Not a single dark color could ever taint you. You didn't even have any mask on.
You were glowing and all. Like a star; whose eyes shone beyond darkness.
Yosano did not understand yet but her heart throbbed in a different beat. When she tried holding her heart in her own hands, she knew she had to offer them to this lady. If there is a god, just what did she do to deserve this kind of blessing? They have sent her an angel from above.
"Yosano-san," your feet skips in a childish manner, approaching the doctor who stood awestruck. "May I be your partner?"
Your giggle sounds music to her ears. It took a while before Yosano's lips flashed you a confident smirk, she was excited to ask for your hand yet her desire to control herself took over and that's when your hands reached her cold cheeks. You smiled thinly at her, a pair of lights stared at Yosano, to which the doctor stared back in utter disbelief.
"You're doing it again." You lightly warned, holding the doctor's hand, you squeezed it tightly. Yosano sensed there's something behind those bright eyes of yours, not that she is complaining. "You're holding back. Did you think I won't notice at all?"
"I thought it would ruin the mood if I were to act all so recklessly." Yosano answered.
"And what's wrong with that?" You asked, your hands creeping up to Yosano's cheeks yet again. "I think it's beautiful. It makes me so happy to see you get flustered around me. It means I make your heart go loud."
"Don't worry, I got you." Your hands held onto the doctor's face as your words, as if they were a spell, echoed inside Yosano's mind. She instinctively slapped your hands away and held her head, feet almost stumbled back but regained control as soon as she tried to break away from your voice.
The moment she looked ahead, you smiled at her. Yosano couldn't get a grasp of what's happening as confusion still spins her consciousness around. She noticed your dress, one that once shone brightly, has gradually tainted. Blood crawls up, dyeing your gown as if you got poured down by a pail of black paint.
Yosano should have known what kind of a devil you are. There is no such thing as a fairy tale. Stories have to end tragically one way or another. In this version, Cinderella is an angel who fell from heaven; a demon who defied god. Thus, deemed sinful and corrupted just as her.
"I'm sorry, Yosano-san." Then why does your voice sound like you were about to cry? As if it was not your intention to become evil. "You and I should never have found each other. You are yet to be tainted."
Everything shambles before the doctor. Yosano tried to run towards you but her legs, as if it was heavy all along, didn't budge even if she forced them to. She tried yelling your name but no voice came out from her throat.
The clock tower rang loud. A declaration to everyone that what was once beautiful ends. That this is nothing but a mere nightmare. The realization hits the heart before she knows it in her head.
"You should wake up now."
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Akiko Yosano gasped for air as soon her eyes opened. Her hand desperately holds onto her chest, as it aches painfully from a distant memory of you. The nightmare never left.
People say that if you remember anything from your dream, it is a message to the dreamer.
Then what was that? The doctor embraced herself, folding her body into a cocoon, her heart trembles further at the truth that she never heard of you for a year now. She often wonders what kind of state you're living in.
The doctor handles your case of disappearance. Not a single person living in the city of Yokohama heard your name nor they ever saw you. Almost as if someone erased your existence in a snap of a finger. Surely, it's the work of a devil.
The doctor does not believe in fairy tales. She spent the majority of her childhood in war. It was not all gleam and glow but blood and ashes. What she believes in, lies within the dark. Isn't that fortunate? There are no rose-colored lenses to filter her judgment. When it comes to you, Yosano would gladly show the world who she was meant to be.
There might be a devil holding you, but Yosano is what everything that divinity condemns.
Her phone vibrates, and a message from her co-worker flashed on its screen.
'[Last Name] [First Name] has been found.'
Yosano's eyes shot up as soon as she read it. An indescribable feeling wells up to her chest. But her head is filled with such vile thoughts just thinking about what happened to you. The last time you left, you were crying on a phone call. It was too late when she arrived at the party you have been to. All she could see were monsters who judged her from head to toe.
It was a unique memory she holds onto. A sick grin plastered on the doctor's face before she slammed the door and left the room.
