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another one

Hearing the song his mother once sang to him at night as a child made his heart grow warm, he remembers the nights where he had her arms around her as she cooked humming the same song that plays but now instead of her comfort and warmth, only the tortuous pain feels his senses, now only can he feel the pain of a million burns on his body, once a song that filled him with joy and happiness now fills him with hatred and fear, his captors using the song to break him down so now he has no one but himself to comfort but how could he when the one thing that kept him sane is now being used against him, his mother’s love is now gone standing in its place is the hatred of his captor, how he dreads to hear the song that once brought him enough joy to live another day, now his mother is gone and left in her place is a man with a mission to break her baby boy to be something she wished he could escape 

Again this is a TikTok one where the character’s favorite song is being used against him

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just writing prompts

As his body slumps a scream of pure agony escapes my throat, harsh and painful cries filled the silent room, in those moments of his last breath I wondered if it was true what people say with Brains living for ten seconds reliving Their best memories , I selfishly wondered if I were those last moments of his peace, if i was the one in his memories to help him feel at ease, I fall to his side clenching the man I once loved, the man I shared everything with, and in those moments of his Last breaths, not only did he die, he took everything from me so selfishly, he took my love,my smile, my faith “I hate you” I yell in hidden fear  “don’t leave me here, I love you” I weep, as my tears cloud my eyesight, and my chest feels with a burning pain, i cried harder i have ever cried, and the one person i could cry to is the person im crying for, the chest i once cried on is no longer just covered in my tears but his own blood

This is a prompt I saw on TikTok of a lover watching lover die, I’m open to critics and stuff