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BEAUTIFUL WRITING UGHH GORGEOUS DEEP POETRY ❤️❤️

Fewer Hands Frieren Fanfic by MythboundCal

As the years pass, there are fewer hands left to hold yours.

Not because they forget you. But because life draws them elsewhere— to guild halls, to families, to faraway towns where letters no longer reach.

They still care. They just walk different roads.

What once was a companion beside you on the trail becomes a name softened by time, a voice you haven’t heard since the last snowfall.

Shared inns grow rarer. Laughter becomes memory. The promise of “next time” turns into another season, then another, and then—

Nothing.

The people who knew your story become the people who once heard it.

And the ones who loved you most— they disappear. Sometimes in battle. Sometimes in sleep. Sometimes within the silence of carved stone.

Each time you share a fire might be the last.

But you won’t know until it’s far behind you.

You stop asking when you’ll see them again. You stop saying goodbye.

Instead, you walk beside them, while you still can. And you hold their hand, if it’s still there.

And for that brief moment of your life, You hope it stays.

Just a little longer.

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A/N: This is dedicated to anyone who’s ever missed someone who disappeared slowly, in distance, in time, in silence, or in passing. And to the ones who keep moving forward with their memory. —🦋

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“You seem down. What's wrong?” He asks, gazing at you. There's no doubt about it now that you long for him. You smile at him in an attempt to conceal your thoughts.

“I'm okay. I'm just a little tired.” You sigh, slumping your shoulders to hopefully convince him. The thing is, you know that it won't do anything to convince him, and you also know that he won't back off until you tell him the truth.

“Tired? Something else is wrong. Tell me, and I'll do what I can to help you.”

“No, no, please. I'm okay. I just need some time to rest.”

He purses his lips. Why are you lying to him? You watch his fingers press against the wood of the bench, the pressure obvious beneath his gloves.

“You can't lie to me. I know that there's something wrong. Tell me what it is. I want to help.”

You purse your lips, too. What can you say now? Telling him the truth will only hurt you and destroy the friendship you built with him. You're anxious, and you feel your own fingers pressing against the palms of your hands, and he watches the pressure turn your fingers white. He doesn't like it when you lie to him about your feelings. He knows that something's up, so why can't you tell him? What are you thinking about? Why can't you just say it?

“Why should I tell you?” You answer, shuffling away. The fabric of your clothes droop off the side of the bench, and the tall grass feathers around them.

“I want to help you.”

“Thank you, but why do you always want to help me? You aren't obligated to.”

“Do you not want my help?”

You don't answer that one. You can't. How do you explain that you do want his help, but you can't have him help you with this issue?

“I asked you a question first.”

“And I'll answer that once you answer me. Do you want my help or do you not?”

“I can't say.” You say, but you sounded more hurt than you intended. Actually, you didn't mean to sound hurt at all, but you can't risk this.

“You can't say? Why?”

“Look. I appreciate how much you help me and want to help me, but this issue—”

“So you did lie to me. What is it, and why don't you want me to know?”

You grit your teeth. “Let me finish! This issue is something that I need to deal with myself. This is something that I just can't explain to you, and you won't be able to help me.”

Now he's silent. Thinking about it now, this might be the first of many times that he hasn't been able to stick by your side since you met him. He's always been there one way or another, whether you wanted his help or not. He's probably thinking about that, too.

“We've been through a lot,” He starts, “and I... we did it together, right?”

“Right. I was thinking about that, too. The thing is, I do appreciate your help, but just this once, I need to deal with this alone.”

You look up at him. He looks distressed, like he needs to help you.

“Look. I'll be okay. I really do appreciate how you always want to help me, but just this once, okay?”

“I don't want you to be alone.”

You say nothing. Your lips form a thin line. You look down at your hands, pressing them together.

“I want to help you.” He doesn't give up. “Please. I want to be there for you.”

“Why?” Your heart both flutters and sinks.

“Why can't I help you this time?”

“Maybe this issue is internal. Maybe it's a me thing.”

“What?” He nearly shakes the entire bench. “Are you ill?”

“No, no, not like that. Just my own... I don't know, feelings?” You hope he doesn't get the hint, but you also hope that he doesn't ask anything else. He opens his mouth to speak. You know him too well to think that he won't say anything.

“...I still want to help.”

“It'd be much harder on you than it is for me.”

“Why?”

Your lips twitch. Did you say too much?

“We're talking about my own feelings. I've dealt with them all my life. I know you help me a lot, but I know that I can get through this. Actually, in all honesty, by telling you, I might put myself in an even rougher spot.”

Thankfully, he doesn't say anything. You hope that this shakes him off and that he doesn't realize that you like him.

The silence is a lot less comforting than you thought it'd be. You watch him in the corner of your eye. His eyes turn to you, but before he speaks, he looks away. He's pondering for sure, but you can't read his mind. What's he thinking about?

You look around the area. The prairie is never bustling at night. Actually, it's hardly ever busy, but there's not a single person in sight. You let him contemplate further, hoping that he leaves you alone.

“Do you... want to know why I want to help you?”

You look up at him. For the first time in front of you, he seems hesitant. Wordlessly, you nod.

“At first, I helped you because it just looked like you needed it. You were always kind to me about it, so I... I didn't mind it too much.”

You smile at the ground. He continues.

“But after a while, I never felt at ease knowing that you were alone out there. If you were in any danger, I felt like I had to find you and help you. Not because I was asked, and I know I wasn't ever obligated, but I couldn't rest knowing that you might be needing my help.”

“Is that why you decided to travel with me?”

“Yes, and there's something else.”

Your heart fluttered. You don't say anything, but you hope and pray that he likes you, too.

“I feel lighter with you. Around you, I feel... warm. It's awfully comfortable. I don't understand it fully, but I think I want to be with you for as long as I can.”

Your face forms a wide smile and tears start to well up in your eyes. He jolts, but reaches out to wipe your tears.

“Do you really feel that way?” You choke through your tears. He takes you by your shoulders and nods eagerly.

“Yes.” He says, sounding genuine and devoted, “I don't feel like this with anybody else.”

“You really, really feel that way?”

He struggles to hide a smile, “Yes.”

You laugh, covering your mouth despite the tears wetting your hands, and you don't stop crying. He holds you in his hands, trying his best to wipe your tears away.

“This— this is what I've been so worried about.” You cry into your hands as he tries to wipe your face. His eyes shoot up at you.

“What? What do you mean?”

“I like you, and I've been worried all this time that you—” you take a moment to breathe, “–you wouldn't like me back.”

You fail to notice, but he's unable to wipe your tears. Your tears aren't soaking in his gloves, but his gloves pass right through them. He doesn't seem to notice, either.

“Then,” he says, finally smiling, “I'm glad that I told you this.”

You reach out to hug him, but you stop smiling. You don't hug him, instead, he phases right through you. You don't even try to look back because you know he's not there.

You look down at your phone. It's fake. It's just a fanfiction again. You wipe your face, drenching your own hands with your tears. You've stopped smiling by now. It hurts.

It hurts so bad.

Why can't he be real?

Why?

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LOL this blog is two years old now (it's been two years old for a few days...)

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Have you heard of Jesus?

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oc x reader account: @lixry

you'll find me much more active writing oc x reader, and it won't be too awake for some time (I will be creating ocs in the meantime to write for), but I will write much more there.

I may continue writing here in this blog, but as it stands, I'm going to decrease my activity here and focus my attention on @lixry. Happy new year :)

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𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

You knew you would eventually, whether you wanted to or not. ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. Maybe you didn't love him at all. Maybe it was just simple physical attraction. Or, perhaps, maybe it was just the comfort that the idea of him gave you. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. Somewhere down the line, all of the devotion and affection just stopped, almost as though the love were never there. The thing is, the love you had for him was there, and you know it was there. You just can't feel the same way you did about him... ever again, and at that point, why try and feel it anymore? It's gone, and you will never love him the same way ever again.

𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮.

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.

𝜳𝜽𝝁 𝒇𝜺𝜾𝜾 𝜽𝝁𝝉 𝜽𝒇 𝜾𝜽𝝂𝜺.

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.

ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

You fell out of love.

There are so many ways to spell it out because it's crystal clear to you. You don't love him anymore, and you just can't. It wasn't meant to be—it never was—and you don't want it to be because you don't need it to be, since you don't love him anymore.

It's over with. You either let yourself breathe in the freshness of relief, or you drown your lungs with the regret of not loving him. Maybe it's regret and then relief, or maybe it's relief and then regret. Either way, it's over with. You don't love him anymore. You fell out of love.

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Save Mohammed ..

Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment. I am in desperate need of your help. My son’s life is hanging by a thread, and he may not survive without urgent medical treatment This was after he was shot by an Israeli drone He was critically injured in his feet. Time is running out, and we are facing a critical situation. I am asking for your generosity to help us save him – either through a donation or by sharing this urgent plea with others

I beg you, i kiss your feet, to help my son. My son may die at any moment

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‎‏Thank you for your compassion and support during this critical time.

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Posting. I'll be able to donate one day, but whoever reads this who can donate, please help these families in Palestine.

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In my opinion, loving someone is easier done than said. It's different for everybody, of course, but I find it so hard to say “I love you” sometimes (depending on who it is), but I just love these people so easily.

I don't only mean “I love you” in a romantic way, I also mean this platonically. I love my friends to the ends of the earth. I love my family from the bottom of my heart. I love everyone I know, and I love everyone I don't know. But sometimes I just can't admit it for the people I really care about. I can say it to my family, no problem, and the same goes for most of my friends, but sometimes when I'm texting a few certain friends, mid-conversation I just want to tell them how much I love them, but I end up deleting the text message and go on with the conversation.

It's complicated, somehow. I can, most of the time, just tell them how much I appreciate them. How wonderful they are, and litter the space with all that jazz. And it's all truthful. I don't lie just to make them feel better. It's just that there's this invisible barrier that prevents me from telling them a simple "I love you."

Maybe it's because they'll take it the wrong way. I promise, it's not a love confession. It's just a way I express how much I love and care about people. “I love you” is so much deeper to me, and I don't know why, but saying it just holds so much weight.

Hm. I don't know. Maybe I'll tell them today.

I hope I get the courage.

Thanks for tuning in :)

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did not mean to post that :) wip I guess

edit: or not ^^

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i love you im glad you exist im so happy you’re alive

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national suicide prevention (edit: alternatives to 988)

national domestic violence hotline

national sexual abuse hotline

trans lifeline and resources

💙INTERNATIONAL💙

list of suicide hotlines by country

domestic violence hotlines and resources by country

sexual (+ domestic) abuse agencies by country

international trans resources

edit: taking this opportunity whilst this gets traction!

Palestine Children Relief Fund

Lebanon Red Cross

International Rescue Committee (Sudan, Lebanon, Gaza, Congo etc.)

Ukraine Red Cross