~•¥Prologue¥•~

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After everything I've overcome, I didn't think that my life would be stolen away from me so soon.
Laying on on the concrete with a gaping hole in my side-
Not how I wanted to die.
Why would it be? It feels like my organs are spilling out. I'm in so much pain that, ironically,
I'm starting to go numb. And it's agonizingly cold. Isn't it the middle of summer? My limbs shouldn't be shaking this way.
I also shouldn't be bleeding out.
People move overtop of me, some noticing my body, some ignoring, some purposely stepping on me. Eventually, someone falls beside of my lifeless bundle of limbs. They shelter my body with their own and forcefully grab my cheeks. They're yelling, but I can't hear them.
"Don't worry,' I think, 'we can still save this world."
And for the very first time, as the last bit of air flows from my lungs,
I cry tears of joy.

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