[WRITING/RP IDEAS]

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𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒷𝓊𝓇

Our love. a love that began as a beautiful little blossom

that quickly grew into an

obsessive obsession

filled with anxiety, doubts, and paranoia.

here we are,

with this painful depart to delay,

our strings of fate untwine.

with this growing lump of pain , I must say

I loved you.

And this is a goodbye

From your dearest friend , 𝒬𝓊𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓉𝓎

He had to sent that message to his dearest rival before he fell into the cold arms of death's grasp.

He had to.