#hurt/comfort rp

[ask-karlachbear]

Open prompt (11/13/23)- hurt (comfort if u want ofc), angsty?, tw: mentions of death, doom, self doubt and allusion to depression in the prompt.

As you are getting ready to end the day, you spot a book left carelessly open on the table where you just had dinner.

You remembered seeing Karlach reading occasionally from it, and you realized she probably forgot it there. As you get closer to pick it up, your eyes can't help but fall on the pages and the folded piece of paper that has feel from it, revealing its contents.

"Maybe I'm just broken and I should accept it. I want to believe I am okay, and be as hopeful as everyone else, but how could I do it if I feel everything burn all day? How can I just smile and laugh when all I know is that I either explode or I have to return to that shithole? But it's okay, I'm doing all I can to make sure I will not waste a single breath. If I gotta explode I wanna go with a boom, and with happy memories of the people I love"

[roleplayfinder]

Hiiii, 24f here looking for some angsty plots! The colder weather really has me craving something with any or all of the following themes.

-hurt/comfort

-jealousy/cheating

-enemies to lovers

-dark academia

-horror plots

-stalker elements

-dead dove 🕊️

Please be 18+ and comfortable with NSFW, though I don’t like it to fully dominate the plot! Like this post and I’ll reach out—I rp on discord. I rp from a variety of fandoms and am comfortable doing canon divergent of AU’s! I’m currently seeking the following fandoms/ships, and will bold the character I prefer playing.

The Secret History

* Richard x Henry

* Richard x Francis

* Charles x Henry

* Camilla x Henry

* Camilla x Judy (fine with either!)

The Goldfinch

* Theo x Boris

One Piece

* Sanji x Zoro

* Luffy x Zoro

* Nami x Vivi (fine with either!)

* Nami x Robin

* Sanji x Luffy x Zoro (fine with any/switching!)

* Sanji x Ace

Harry Potter

* Draco x Harry (fine with either)

* Draco x Hermione (either)

* Hermione x Pansy (either)

My Hero Academia

* Shoto x Bakugo

* Bakugo x Deku

* Shoto x Bakugo x Deku

South Park

* Stan x Kyle

* Stan x Craig

* Stan x Kenny

I am also willing to do OC x OC!

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[gal-roleplays]

Family RP Hunt

Hello there!

I’m currently on the hunt for some Platonic family based rps! 1 want partners who are 18+ in age, as I prefer to rp with people in my own age range.

I write 2-4+ paragraphs at a bare minimum in 3rd person. I like my partners able to match that.

I love being able to chat and work together with my partner to come up with plots that we both enjoy and find passion in!

I’d be open to working with many family/familial relationships! I’m also open to Modern, Fantasy, and some fandom stuff. And I’m open to having:

-Angst

-Fluff

-Drama

-Hurt/Confort

-and many other themes!

please send a message my way if you be interested in writing together!!

[bnha-rp-ship-blog]

Hello! I have a very specific rp idea in mind. The ships I’m willing to play are-

•Kiribaku

•Todobaku

Before I describe the scenario, I’m going to give a few warnings..

~Dark, potentially triggering content ahead. Mentions of human trafficking, gang violence, sexual abuse, physical abuse, unwilling master/slave dynamic, and gun violence. Please tell me if I missed any.~

*Start of scenario*

Person A grew up in the mafia underworld, their parent(s) having been the head of it until A came of age. Years of ruthlessly keeping their position has hardened the once soft character into the mafia lord they are today..

Person B has no recollection of their life before they were kidnapped, and made into the servant of a gang who had control over the neighborhood they grew up in. Being passed around from gang to gang, and out through unimaginable torture? B is mentally broken. Though, perhaps their luck is about to change..

A and a small group from their gang they trust are off to infiltrate and tear down a group who stole from them. A could swear every last bit of mercy was ripped from them a long time ago.. so what do they do when they can feel beats of that kindness and mercy they believed they lost years ago, when this group who stole from them attempt to offer B as payment?

*End of scenario*

-I’ll admit, I would rather play B here, but I’m willing to discuss.

-I play my characters as a switch, though I would prefer no nsfw between A and B until B has had time to heal.

- I am willing to play any characters in the previously mentioned ships.

-I write lite/semi lite. No one liners.

-I rp right here on Tumblr or discord, so just leave a heart or out right message me!

[sfwroleplayfinder]

hi friends!! i'm hive, i'm 20 years old and nonbinary, and my timezone is EST!! my sleep schedule is a wreck though.

i'm on the search for a Linked Universe (LOZ) rp!! please be 18+ :')) i mostly main wild, and i adore things like hurt/comfort and found family >:D not interested in NSFW at all^^ i'd prefer to play against twilight, sky, or time, but depending on the plot i'm okay with the other links!!

if you're interested in plotting something out, feel free to poke me on discord (creabee)! i'm more active there than on tumblr. additionally, if we do start a roleplay and i forget to respond sometimes, feel free to gently nudge :')) i've got some pretty bad memory issues

Please message them if you are interested.

[roleplayermeet]

Hello. I'm Lii, 19, he/they. I'm looking for an rp partner for a tma rp. I've got an oc who's an avatar of the Hunt, and I'm good with you using an oc or canon character. I'm good with long responses and shorter responses, and am interested in a wide variety of plots. I am fond of hurt/comfort, angst, and enemies to friends, and if you have any other plot ideas I'd love to hear them! Like or comment if you're interested, or dm me!

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[scealaiscoite]

“i’ll keep you safe” prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

⋆ “i can stay the night, y’know. if it’d make you feel better.”

⋆ “try and get some sleep. i’ll stay right here- i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.”

⋆ “you should’ve told me this was going on. i would’ve put a stop to it the second i heard about it.”

⋆ “no one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.”

⋆ “either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or i will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

⋆ “you must be freezing- here, take my jacket.”

⋆ “this place is dicey at the best of times. just take my hand until we’re clear of it, yeah?”

⋆ “anyone touches you, says anything to you, so much as looks at you the wrong way- you come get me, and i’ll set them straight. understand?”

⋆ “i’m not jealous. i just know the intentions that someone like that has for you, even if you claim not to see them yourself.”

⋆ “stay behind me, no matter what.”

⋆ "i know you can't believe it yet, but i promise you can trust me. whenever you're ready to rely on me, i'll be here for you. i swear it."

⋆ “i like seeing you this way. so… at ease. makes me wonder how anyone could ever purposely put you under stress and live with themselves afterwards.”

⋆ “shut up and just let me take care of you!”

⋆ “this isn’t up for discussion. i know you’re used to looking out for yourself, but i need you to understand that you don’t have to live like that anymore. i’m here. for as long as i’m around, i’m going to come between you and anything that wants to hurt you.”

⋆ “no one’s ever going to hurt you again. i promise you that on everything i believe in.”

[unpr0mpted]

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

[kpopkurves]

Bleeding Out for You

You weren’t supposed to be here.

At least, that’s what Hongjoong would say if he saw you standing in the doorway, watching him fall apart. But you couldn’t stay away — not when you knew he was on the edge of losing himself.

The room reeked of burnt wood and something metallic — blood, you realized. The faint glow of a swinging lamp illuminated the chaos: broken glass, splintered furniture, and Hongjoong standing at the center of it all, chest heaving, his bandaged eye glaring into nothing. His hand was soaked in crimson, dripping like a slow, painful clock ticking away his sanity.

You stepped in, swallowing down your fear, “Hongjoong…”

He froze at the sound of your voice, his back tensing, jaw clenching.

“I told you not to come here,” he said lowly, dangerous and sharp, as if every word cost him.

“I had to.” You took a step closer. “I can’t just sit back and watch you destroy yourself.”

He turned slowly, and when his good eye met yours, something in your chest twisted. He looked… ruined. His usual confidence had melted into raw fury and torment.

“I’m not the man you think I am, Y/N.” His voice was rough, almost a growl. “I’m not someone you can save.”

“You don’t get to decide that for me,” you shot back, though your heart was pounding against your ribs.

His eyes darkened, a smirk twisting his lips but without warmth. “You really don’t know what I’ve done, do you?”

“Then tell me,” you challenged, moving until you were only a breath away from him. “Tell me everything, Joong. Let me be the one who stays.”

His hand shot out suddenly, grabbing your wrist with just enough force to make you flinch. But behind the act, you saw the desperation — the way his fingers trembled against your skin.

“I’ve hurt people,” he whispered, leaning close until his forehead almost touched yours. “I’ve done things for power, for revenge. Things that would make you run if you knew.”

Your heart ached as you reached up with your free hand, cupping his cheek — fingers brushing the edges of the bandage covering his eye. “But you didn’t hurt me.”

He let out a breathless laugh, but it was bitter. “Not yet.”

“Then don’t,” you whispered, voice soft but unwavering. “Let me be here. Let me help you before you fall so far you can’t come back.”

The mask he wore shattered then, eyes glossing over, his hold on your wrist loosening as he leaned into your touch.

“Why do you love me?” His voice was hoarse, broken. “When all I do is ruin everything I touch?”

You let your hand slide to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse under his skin. “Because I see the man underneath it all — the one who fights so hard he’s bleeding for it.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, vulnerability flickered across his face.

“Stay, then,” he finally whispered, voice raw. “But if you stay, Y/N… there’s no going back.”

“I’m not leaving you, Joong.”

That was all it took.

He surged forward, crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that was rough and desperate — tasting of pain and longing. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if he was afraid you’d vanish.

Your fingers slid under his jacket, feeling the scars and tension that ran deeper than skin. And when he pulled away, just enough to press his forehead to yours, his breathing ragged, you knew you’d never seen him like this before.

“You’ll be mine,” he murmured darkly, voice laced with dangerous devotion. “No one else will ever touch you, Y/N. I’ll burn the world before I let them take you from me.”

His words should’ve scared you. But instead, they wrapped around you like a promise — as dark as it was beautiful.

“And you’ll be mine,” you whispered back, your fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “Even if I have to fight the darkness in you myself.”

A twisted smile curved his lips, but this time, there was a spark of something softer beneath.

“Then we’ll burn together,” he said, and when he kissed you again, it was slow, claiming, and full of all the things he couldn’t say.

Because in the end, you weren’t afraid of his darkness.

You were willing to drown in it — as long as it was with him.

⸻

[roleplayfinder]

hi hi! i am 22 and have been writing for about 8 years (give or take). i tend to stick to semi-lit, 3rd person style writing. i try my best to match my partners writing as i prefer quality over quantity! i prefer to use discord and am 100% okay with NSFW, but don't want that to be the whole plot.

i am a sucker for hurt/comfort and angst but also love cutesy little moments. to add to that, i would love it if we could build a connection OOC as well; whether that be just talking about our characters/interests or even making mood boards/pinboards and playlists!

i'm looking for 20+ partners to write the following:

the bold is who i prefer to play

young royals: simon × wilhelm

heartstopper: nick × charlie

9-1-1: buck x eddie

supernatural: sam x dean ; castiel x dean

give this a like/reblog and i will reach out to you asap! 💜 thank you

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[mudskip-memes]

Send '🤒' for sender's muse to find the reciever's muse visibly ill and attempting to work through/hide it

(add + for the reverse!)

[ask-elliot-doorman-fam]

So has Kiara ever been there for Tera during one of her really bad days?

Kiara woke up with a start in a bed that wasn't hers- but that she was so used to sleeping in it might as well had been. But she wasn't sure what had woken her up...

"Mmmgh!" Came muffled through the wall, a muffled moan of pain that immediately had her out of bed and searching down the hall; it was weirdly early for anyone to be up yet. Which meant...

"Shit..." Came again from the bathroom door and her eyelights knitted together in concern.

"Ter?"

"Kia! You're awake!" Tera was barely able to contain the tremble in her voice. "I'll-Ill be out in a minute!"

"Tera... is it happening again?"

"..."

"Ter-Bear."

"Yeah..."

"Can I come in?"

"I-Its really bad this time..."

"I don't care." And she charged in.

Tera was slumped on a wooden stool, trembling with a rag soaked in both oil and blood. Her tail limply hanging to the floor. Short gasps pushing out of her mouth as she sat- shirt having been torn off desperately.

"Oh..." It sounded like a whisper as she rushed forwards, clasping her hands over her best freinds cheeks and falling to her knees so that Tera didn't have to raise her head. "You're okay mon amour..."

"I-I..."

"Shhh. Don't talk."

Kiara grabs the rag and wrings it out into the washbasin, Tera's lifeblood sloughing off and into it... "Please tell me if it gets unbearable."

"You don't h-have to."

"Let me help you."

Tera closes her eyes and nods... and Kiara begins with gentle swipes against her inflamed wing sockets-

"Nm!" Tera lurches foreward, the feeling taking her breath away for a moment, the room spins around as her claws unseathe in some kind of defense instinct. She never swiped through, instead keeping them against her knee.

"Good girl... keep still minou." Kiara praises, and Tera whimpers in response, feeling the rough rag slide again over seeping gashes.

It continues like that, Kiara cleaning away her oil soaked back with the patience and tenderness only a trained nurse would have. Taking breaks to insure Tera wasn't overwhelmed.

"Almost done. You've done so well, my big strong hunter..."

"K-Kiara... t-thank you..." Tera croaks out, head hanging low as they finally- finally finished. Though Tera was still a mess...

Kiara hummed, wrapping her in a very gentle hug- careful to not brush up against anything sensitive.

"Always..."

[lazypoetsociety]

injured prompts // poor character a. anyway. warning: blood, dying, unconsciousness.

— character a taking hits to protect character b

— character a leaning on character b for support

— character a repeatedly apologizing for the blood

— character a trying to make their pain look badass

— character b promising to never forget character a

— character a ignoring their injury to protect character b

— character a laughing with character b as they bleed out

— character a realizing character b is the cause of their injury

— character a sneaking home with bruises, character b confronts them

— character a breaking down to character b, sobbing, "i don't want to die!"

— in a foreign area, character b can't find any hospital to take character a to

— character b trying to convince themself and character a that they're going to live

— character b realizing something is wrong with character a before character a realizes

— character a using the last of their energy to yell encouragement at character b

— character a vaguely hearing character b worriedly mumble about them as they're in and out of consciousness

[kpopkurves]

Where The Lights Fade

Choi San x Reader

Theme- Angst(?), Hurt Comfort,

Requests are Opened!

—

The city lights flickered like dying stars, and you stood there — arms wrapped around yourself, shivering more from the weight in your chest than from the cold. You swore you wouldn’t call him again. You swore this was the last time you’d let him make you feel like this.

But when your phone lit up with his name, you answered anyway.

“Hey… I’m sorry,” San’s voice came through, rough and tired. “Something came up. I can’t make it tonight.”

Your heart cracked in that same old way it had been for months now.

“Of course you can’t,” you whispered, biting the inside of your cheek to hold back the tears. “It’s fine, San.”

“Baby, don’t say it like that. You know I’d be there if I could—”

“Would you?” you cut him off, voice trembling. “Because lately, it feels like I’m always here… waiting for you to show up.”

Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, and you could hear it — the breaking in his voice. “I’m trying.”

“Maybe love isn’t enough if we can’t even live it,” you whispered.

And before he could answer, you hung up, letting the tears spill freely this time.

⸻

Months passed. Months of you throwing yourself into your art, chasing every opportunity like you were running from the memories of him. You told yourself you were over it — over him.

Until that night.

Until you opened Twitter, expecting to see trending memes or a new ATEEZ comeback, but instead, it was his name.

“Choi San’s Health Scare Shocks Fans: Idol Quietly Battling Chronic Illness.”

Your hands went numb. The phone slipped from your fingers, clattering against the floor as your heart dropped to your stomach.

“No… no, no, no.”

You hadn’t known. You hadn’t known.

All those nights he left you waiting, all the times he pushed you away — it wasn’t because he didn’t love you. It was because he was hurting, alone, thinking he was protecting you.

⸻

You didn’t even remember how you got to the hospital. You burst into his room, chest heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks.

The hospital room smelled like clean linen and something sterile — but you barely noticed that. All you could see was San, lying in that bed, looking so much smaller than the version of him you remembered.

It had taken everything in you not to fall apart when you first walked in, but now, sitting by his side, holding his hand in both of yours, you couldn’t stop staring.

“You lost weight,” you whispered, trying to joke, but your voice cracked at the edges.

San smiled weakly, squeezing your hand.

“You’re still beautiful,” he whispered back, and that made the tears you’d been holding in finally spill over.

“Stop,” you said shakily, laughing through the tears. “You’re supposed to let me be mad at you.”

“I know,” he chuckled softly. “But I missed you too much to let you yell at me.”

Your thumb traced soft circles on the back of his hand as you looked at him, memorizing every feature like you were terrified to forget.

“Why didn’t you tell me, San?”

He looked down, ashamed.

“Because I couldn’t stand the thought of you giving up everything you were working for… because of me,” he murmured. “You were finally getting recognized. I didn’t want to be the reason you stopped flying.”

“You idiot,” you whispered, voice thick with tears. “I would’ve given it all up. I would’ve given you everything.”

San’s eyes glistened as he looked back at you.

“I know, baby,” he said softly. “That’s why I couldn’t let you.”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his.

“You didn’t have to protect me from loving you.”

“I was trying to protect you from hurting like this.”

“Too late,” you breathed out, your lips brushing his.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, eyes closing as if he couldn’t bear to see your pain.

“Don’t be. Just… let me stay. Please.”

“Okay,” he breathed, and for the first time in months, you both just existed in each other’s arms, like no time had passed.

⸻

The Soft Days (Fluff Before the Storm)

The next few days were quiet but beautiful in their own way. You brought your sketchbook and paints, sitting by his bed as he watched you work.

“Paint me,” he said one afternoon, grinning tiredly.

“You’re already in every one of my paintings,” you smiled, dipping your brush into color.

“Paint me now, though. Like this,” he insisted.

So you did. You painted him as he was — fragile but still so beautiful. You made sure to capture the softness in his gaze when he looked at you.

Sometimes he’d fall asleep while you painted, his hand still holding yours like he was afraid to let go. You’d watch his chest rise and fall, praying that it always would.

At night, when the nurses dimmed the lights, you’d crawl into the narrow bed beside him, careful not to hurt him. He’d wrap his arms around you, his body weaker but his embrace still so warm, and you’d lay like that for hours.

“I missed holding you like this,” he’d whisper against your hair.

“Then hold me forever,” you’d reply, pretending you didn’t know forever was slipping away.

⸻

The Final Sunrise (Heartbreak Incoming)

The night before you were set to leave for your international gallery debut — the dream you’d both talked about for years — San asked you to wake him up early.

“I want to watch the sunrise with you. One last time,” he said softly.

You almost told him not to say “last,” but the lump in your throat was too big to speak around.

So as dawn broke, casting soft gold through the hospital window, you sat with him on the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket. His head rested on your shoulder, and you leaned your head on his.

“You always loved sunrises,” you whispered, blinking back tears.

“Because you love them,” he murmured, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You promised we’d see a thousand more,” you whispered.

“Maybe… in another life,” he said softly.

The light warmed his pale skin, and for a moment, he looked just like he used to — radiant, full of life.

“If we were stars,” he murmured, “maybe we’d burn at the same time in another sky.”

You turned to him, tears falling freely now, and kissed him as the sun rose higher, burning the sky in shades of pink and gold.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you more,” he replied, voice soft but sure.

“You better wait for me in that sky,” you said, smiling through your tears.

“Always,” he promised.

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The Painting Reveal (End Scene)

Months later, you stood in a massive gallery filled with strangers, but all you could think about was him.

Your art lined every wall, but one painting stood alone, bathed in soft, focused light.

It was him, sitting in that hospital bed, sunlight pouring over him, eyes closed as if he were dreaming of a better world.

The press and art critics whispered about the piece, but you blocked them out, your heart pounding in your chest.

A small plaque beneath it read:

“Where the Light Fades.”

For the boy who taught me how to love in silence.

As you stood there, staring up at the boy you’d loved and lost, you felt a soft breeze swirl around you — gentle, familiar.

You closed your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips, as if he were standing there beside you, whispering:

“I’m here.”

And as the room around you faded into a blur, you whispered back:

“I see you, Sannie. Always.”

[unboundprompts]

Random Prompt #20

They felt like the world was going to swallow them whole. There was a hand on their shoulder and a voice talking to them from somewhere above, but they couldn't register what it was saying. Finally, with tears running down their cheeks, they muttered what was wrong.

"I... I can't remember my name."