!TW: Death, mentions of blood, general angst!
The scent of blood was acrid. Foul, wrenching screams echoed through the city. Smoke clouding the streets like a blanket, suffocating.
Where were you? Why was his vision blurry?
Something cold touched his arm. It smelled like your perfume. Felt like your costume.
As the haziness faded, agony ripped from his throat, hot tears burning his cheeks. Despair turned to begging as he clutched your head, begging mixed with rage, sending a spiral of explosions booming through through the rubble.
Emptiness waiting for him at home.
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The Book for Weebs
FanfictionEverything I've written on Tiktok and some personalized writings :) Will include content or trigger warnings if necessary
