Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜
🅂🄲🄴🄽🄰🅁🄸🄾:
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖜𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙...𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘
🆂🅴🅻🅵 🅷🅰🆁🅼 🅰🅽🅳 🆂🆄🅸🅲🅸🅳🅰🅻 🆃🅰🅻🅺
💐💐💐💐💐💐💐💐🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
"Die...die..." You mutter while grabbing your own blade and cutting your soft wrists, you watch the blood flow out as you cry more heavily,
The blood falls out of your newly opened cuts
"....great know I have more blood to cle-" The door opens "(y/n)?!" You freeze, dropping your blade
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" He screams, more tears stream down your face, the drops of liquid glass falling on your Ruby staind arms
His words reek of anger, but his eyes of worry.
You look away "WHY?!" You cry harder, his loud voice causes your stomach to do backflips, and your ears to play high pitched melodies.
Yelling was the last thing you needed...why now must he raise his voice?
Why now must he be so harsh?
Why now is he so angry?
Is he even worried?
Does he even-
Your thoughts were interrupted
By to hands wrapping your arms gently
You look up to see his own bandages gone...to be on your own wrists
"You know if you were sad you should have said....i care and I love you ok?" He sniffles
You look at him and more streams of glycerin fall, his scars were beautiful, the compliment his personality and his eyes perfectly.
You put a hand to his face and trace his scars he looks startled at first, but leans in and let's it happen
"your really handsome you know?" You smile, he blushes as you take your hand away
He holds his arms out and you lean in,
He lays you back and you both cuddle
"I love you to...thank you" You lean in and kiss him
Your first real kiss without his mask
🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
I feel like poet
YOU ARE READING
demon slayer one shots❤
FanfictionI produce new chapters sometimes. When I remember. Or when I get bored.
