16. plea (mao)

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ᡣ𐭩 . no au | angst

"Stop, just stop. Please...!" His whispered voice echoed the empty dorm room. Hands clutching tight over his ears.

Mao's knees pulled to his chest where he leaned his head face down with his eyes closed, although the shutness didn't stop the endless tears from streaming down and dampening his fair skin until it was soaked red from the salty warmth they caused.

His breath hitched with every other inhale, leaving his moments to be ragged and have his beating heart pulse immensely as a reminder of pain he felt right there.

A few whines of hiccups and pained groans leave from deep within his throat every now and then.

His body burned from the dark emotions that flowed throughout, clashing with one another on which one Mao should be feeling the most out of all.

"Please, please go away..." he whimpers, his hands trailing from his ears to the temples on each side of his head, fingernails digging deep as can be into his own skin.

Millions of thoughts rushed at once. Deep and sharp. High and fast. They taunted his figure, painting him in the darkness that only Mao could see for himself.

A wretched sob makes its way through.

One hand cascades down to the front of his chest, fingers digging tightly into his pyjama top he wore.

"Somebody make it stop... please..."

𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬! ━━━━ mao isara (on hold)Where stories live. Discover now