#semi happy ending

[chaosgremlinmunson]

Really quick: this is a short conclusion, I'm not sure how much more if any I'll write to the Jargyle fic, however I wanted at least a bit of a happy ending.

Onwards, here's the next part guys:

Jonathan sat on the back porch, his knees pulled up to his chest, resting his cheek against his legs. He was furious, but sad. Just sad, he couldn't think of any better adjective at the current moment. Argyle loved him, but he'd lied to them. Even so, he'd been through so much trauma... what would Jon have done if it'd been him in this position?

He heaved a sigh closing his eyes, but felt the shift in weight as someone sat next to him.

"You know...I know we all should be furious at him, but I have to admit...it took a lot of guts for him to show up here. Especially since he'd been planning to come clean on his own today." Will had sat next him, laying his own hand on his brother's shoulder, "And I know even if you're not willing to admit it right now, he means more to you than Nancy or any other friend you've had. He's special. He messed up, but he's special. Don't regret anything by pushing him away."

Jon drew in a deep breath, when had his little brother get so wise. He was the one supposed to comforting Will, he was supposed to be the strong one, the pillar of strength and wisdom. He knew though, Will was right. Argyle meant the world to him, and he did have confirmation that he felt the same for Jonathan, so honestly was he willing to just push him away?

Jonathan looked up at his brother, looked away for a moment, and then sighed.

"You're right.. I don't know where we're going to go from here, but I have to at least try. I love him too." he'd whispered the last part, tears still threatening to spill. He stood shakily and walked into the house, sat silently by Argyle who was still refusing to look up, the heartache evident on his gorgeous features. Jon grabbed his small cigarette tin and pulled out a joint, "Come on man, let's go smoke and talk a bit." Argyle nodded, his eyes wide while still looking down.

Jonathan waited a moment and then grabbed Argyle's hand when he didn't move to pull him to his room. He closed to door and sat on the bed, pulling him beside him.

"I'm still mad," he began, "But, I love you too. I'm not allowing myself to lose you, and however or whatever we have to do to make this work AND keep Jane safe, we're going to do. I finally found someone who means something major to me, I'm not losing you...and those kids, they love you too." Jonathan was talking fast as he lit up, and took a long hit, "I love you, you're an idiot, I want to hit you a bit, but I love you. But, don't you ever lie to me again. Not about something this important, if you break my trust like this again I will be done with you. forever."

He held the joint over to Argyle who took it with shaking hands while looking at him, "I swear, I won't do anything to hurt you again so long as it's within my control. No lies, no secrets."

@kaizenkhaos

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@katekesinnewp

@lardish

@adomfangirl

@craziestfangirl98

@williamshakesper

[missthrxn]

I mean I don't know no other ending....was there another ending?

Also Hedwig's alive fyi

fixed it

[clegfly]

Hi. Throws small self indulgent “mari actually IS something and after the true ending is able to get with hero via cleg logic I can’t be bothered to explain in a short funny description and oh god this is too long” au at you and runs into the woods

[lavenderjewels]

people are reading too much into kenjakus appearance this chapter and should instead be considering it as takaken being canon

[blueninjablade3]

“Why don’t you trust me?” Part 2.

Part One here: x

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. It was downright insane. You looked across the vast green river groaning and never-ending river. The souls in the river swim the same way. They all crawl by. To think those people once had lives. Family. Jobs. Loved ones.

You shivered at the thought. Death was a natural part of life, yes, but seeing the dead crawl about miserably in their afterlife was jarring, to say the least.

You noticed one thing. Not a single one was trying to climb back on the boat. It was strange, to say the least. On every trip with Charon across the river, someone would try to steal a ride. But the souls seemed… dead? Well, that was a given. But still…

You reached your warm (S/C) (skin color) hand out over the river. Not a single soul tried pulling your warm into the river with them. Usually, they would gladly yank you into the river the second they could grab onto you. You knew Hades had been rough on them before on a good day before. You could only imagine what he did when you had left.

Pain and Panic were chewing on their nails. A habit you had tried to break in the past. However, many years of this habit were hard to break, and you eventually had to give up. You watched as they stared uncertainty in their eyes. The po-

BARK! BARK BARK!

The sound of deafening and intimidating barks ran out and rang loudly against the seemingly never-ending underworld. Your eyes lit up. You could stop for a minute to pet your big ole puppy.

“Charon? Please let Pain, Panic, and I off at Cerberus’ den?” You asked, hopeful to see your puppy. You had missed him so much while on your break.

“I can but be advised I can’t wait for you to finish petting Cerberus. I have to go pick up other souls…” Charon rasped out. His voice was cracky and dry like an 80-year-old who smokes a pack a day.

You nodded. You could deal with that. You’d just catch a ride the next time he went by.

“Come on P&P! I wanna see Cerbbie!” You were practically bouncing with energy. Pain and Panic honestly were scared off Cerbbie. You just couldn’t bring yourself to care as your sandals touched the warm ground of the underworld.

You began sprinting toward the large-3-headed dog.

“Cerbbie!” You cheerfully called.

Cerberus with his blood-red eyes instantly recognized you and began wagging his tail so fast his entire body had the shakes. He began howling and barking in utter delight as he ran over to you.

You began scratching Cerberus's short black fur. His leg thumped against the floor. His eyes rolled into the back of his head from enjoyment. You missed this… just as you missed Hades.

Hopefully, you can forgive each other…

With Hades,

The lord of the dead paced around his throne room endlessly. What if Pain and Panic failed to convince you to come back? What if you now thought he was a coward and decided you deserved better?! The thoughts ran wildly through his head. It was all his fault. If he had just been upfront and honest he could have kept you safe, in his arms, he could have kept you comfy!

Of course, the underworld was a cold and lonely place but you didn’t mind! As far as Hades knew…

You were his rock, his love, the sun to his moon. His-

BARK, BARK, BARK!

Hades heard Cerebus all the way across the underworld. Ever since Y/N had left Cerebus had barked at Charon every time his boat passed. The mutt couldn’t get it in his heads that you probably weren’t coming back. Hades could see how upset it made the dog to have his favorite human not come back over a long period.

Then Hades heard more barks. Were more souls making a break for it? Ugh. He was in the middle of moping!

“I swear to Zeus if more souls are making a break for it-“ Hades cut himself off and sighed. He’d clean up his appearance a bit. Make sure no one can see tear marks if he has any.

He splashed some water on his face. The cool liquid gave him a little jolt of energy that he’d need to deal with these souls.

With a quick poof, Hades disappeared in a small poof of grey smoke. Off for an unexpected but welcome surprise.

Back With Y/N and the PUPPY (And Hades now!)❤️❤️❤️

Hades’ eyes widen to the size of diner plates. You-You- You you were here! With him?! You stood there looking ever more attractive than the day he met you. He truly believed you rivaled Aphrodite in every aspect. Your body, your eyes, your personality, and even your laugh as you pet his GUARD DOG. Ugh, you spoiled Cerbbie too much.



Hades tried to think of something, ANYTHING, to say to you. Lord, he had never been so tongue-tied. Hades' heart pounded like a beating drum. His breath shaky. Say something damn it!

“Are you an Angel?” Hades asked. Oh. My. Zeus. That was the stupidest thing he’d ever said. The normal charm and fast-speaking god was reduced to a bumbling buffoon all because of you! Zeus have mercy!

You jumped slightly at the all-too-recognizable voice. How did he kn- well Cerbbie had been loud. Well, this saved you a lot of time- wait did he say you looked like an angel.

You flushed a bright red blush. You prayed that Hades didn’t see it. Oh, but he did. It gave him all the confidence he needed to explain himself. A speech he had practiced multiple times in his head began spilling from his lips in a velvety smooth fashion.

“My beloved, I’m so sorry for telling you about the plan to take over Olympus. I was just so afraid of you getting hurt, or the plan failing and you suffering because of it. I was so scared that I didn’t realize that my effort to protect you from being hurt would hurt you so badly and I’m so sorry for not letting you have any freedom. Please, forgive me, come back my love. I’ll do anything.” Hades begged laying out all his feelings and thoughts on the table. He had never been good about being vulnerable. But you could tell this came from the heart. He truly was sorry.

You smiled gently at Hades. That apology was all you needed. He may not have been the greatest or kindest god out there but he was your god. Which was more than enough.

With a slight bit of pep in your step, you walked over, got on your tippy toes, and planted the most gentle loving kiss you could give. Hades moved his lips gently against yours. His love was restored to him.

“I forgive you Hades. But if you ever keep something like that from me again your ass is grass.” You replied in a fully serious manner. You watched as Hades gave a lopsided smirk before going in for another kiss. You were home.

Tags: @makanirock05 @yuminumi29

Masterlist

[glucosegaurdian]

So I decided to re-listen to TMA to prepare myself for TMAGP and stumbled upon a beauty of a time-travel-fix-it-fic and the imagery and writing brain blasted me.

The fic is Jon goes back and gets a semi happy ending (as a treat) and I swear it’s my new favorite both for the dialogue and setup!

Anyway I threw my phone reading the below bit and I had to share the exert and a fan drawing both for my own sanity and to inflict others of course.

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‘He stood there with a half-filled cereal bowl, the other half on the floor from his frantic jerking motions, and his hand on the handle. Now the smart thing to do would be to turn around, leave his apartment and crash on Georgie's couch until he could find a new place.

Unfortunately for him, Jon's curiosity won out in the end and he pulled the door open.

What greeted him was not something one would expect from a refrigerator, sure there was the regular stuff inside like milk, leftovers and other produce that would spoil if left to sit outside, however, the back of it had been replaced with a hallway. As if it was simply a doorway to the dimension beyond, except with small hinges on the right side, which meant the door that connected the hallway to the back was swung inward, his refrigerator was now a sort of bridge, connecting his apartment and the distortion’s hallway. And in the doorway was Michael, hands deep in some leftover potato salad Jon vaguely remembered buying and caught in the act of doing... whatever the distortion wanted his potato salad for.

Both of them stared at each other for a while, Michael was frozen in shock and Jon from bewilderment, until Jon eventually managed to gather his words.

"Could you pass the milk, please?"’

[mal1ntent]

Random qsmp eggs fun fact Tallulah's favorite lullaby is Jort Storm by Slimecicle because Phil would get lazy with tasks and play it instead of singing and Leo's favorite lullaby is Pac e Mike wow wow because Foolish would get lazy with tasks and play it instead of singing

[doggolol]

HE ALMOST SURRENDERS TO THE KISS

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO SURRENDER TO THE KISS

IM SOBBING

[bluehairperson]

Lady von Zarovich and her cringe fail boy toy dilf.

[panicked-herb]

Fionna and Cake Episode 2 Spoilers

You don't understand. It's all the same for me. Everyday is just an unending slog towards … towards what?

[introspectivememories]

NICO: WE SHARED THE LIFT THIS MORNING! I WAS GOING TO THE POOL TRAMPOLINE WITH MY TWO DAUGHTERS AND HE WAS GOING TO THE RACETRACK. PINKHAM: VERY DIFFERENT LIVES YOU'RE CURRENTLY LEADING.

[sulky-cabbage]

You know what's sad? Sukuna probably knows about Satoru's situationship with suguru, he was with kenjaku the whole time since gojo got unsealed, he must have asked Kenjaku how the fuck did he manage to seal Gojo.

Poor guy, he was dead for a thousand years and just got reincarnated a couple months ago, met his soulmate (gojo), promised to kill him (for love), found out gojo is in love with someone else and got sealed because of this love, had to fucking wait for him to get unsealed so he can kill him, and then had to wait again because gojo wanted it to happen on the same day he killed geto, like😭😭 and now Sukuna is probably gonna die and go back to hell...

What a sad life man...

He already had a terrible first life that turned him into a curse.

Like seriously, When Sukuna dies who is going to welcome him in the afterlife? Gojo is already with geto & the others.

Is Sukuna even going to the same place?

Is he going to die alone??? Is he gonna just.. rot in hell?? he really has nobody that's so sad

Stsg is tragic but Sukugo is even more so.

They're on complete opposite sides, They don't even get to meet in the afterlife!! they're literally star-crossed lovers.

Satoru what are you doing you're letting nostalgia blind you, WAKE UP your real soulmate is Sukuna.

you wanted someone to understand you for so long, now you're just gonna give up on him??? leave him all alone for eternity???

What happened to not wanting anyone to feel alone???

[gibbouschild]

⚙️Kloktober 2023 // Day 4: Your fave headcanon

I have this headcanon that once he actually gives it a try, Murderface is truly a grill master.

He likes getting praise from his band mates about how good the food is. That’s incentive for him to cook more because he likes recognition. ♥️

Shout out to his hoochie daddy shorts. 🩳

[thegameartist03]

watched a playthrough of Still Wakes the Deep (PHENOMENAL game) and i am disappointed that Caz did not have that taffy in him. everything seemed like it was perfectly set up for him to have that taffy in him (being presumed dead after rescue, knowing where the taffy stuff was around him, surviving as long as he did, not getting horribly injured, hearing things from the Big Taffy) but i completely understand why that wasn't the twist the game developers went for.

however, in order to cope i am now imagining a version of the game where Caz got Ethan Winters'd by the taffy after he fell in the water. this would affect the gameplay at multiple points and add new mechanics as well as incorporate the original ones, and certainly provide some conflict for a man who just wants to get home to his wife and daughters and keep his friends safe.

bonus! being taffy'd would give the player the option to save people who originally died by sacrificing Caz's humanity bit by bit and embracing the taffy more to overcome obstacles. you could even communicate with the already fully taffy'd guys and get them to calm down or move or target specifically you instead of other people.

just a concept, i probably won't do much with it. but i do have a very distinct image of Caz having a shiny oilslick sheen to his eyes like the Big Taffy after he's pulled out of the water.

[gintrinsic-writing]

Fic Recs

Stories that made my heart hurt in the best of ways.

Ode to Storms by Sinnatious. Linked Universe. Honestly, if you haven't read this one yet, where've you been? Prepare to be crushed. I can't recommend it enough. Time and one unfortunate paradox.

Dirt and Ashes, or: The One-and-a-Half Body Problem by Tozette. Naruto. Sakura is trained by Hidan after the chunin exam invasion. It's gruesome and chilling and perfect.

The Lesson: A Whumptober Tale by WolfWarden. Linked Universe. Mask uses the Fierce Deity mask, and there are consequences. Nobody is left unscathed. WolfWarden absolutely crushed this.

Good Order and Discipline by Succorelle. The Clone Wars. A re-telling of the Clone Wars wherein Rex and Cody have a secret (illegal) relationship. I've re-read this probably four times since it was published.

Interim by starkraving. The Legend of Zelda. Zelda, Link and Ganondorf try to navigate friendship and more despite their predestined roles. It had me so stressed. Really great writing.

Crumble by anthemXIX. Linked Universe. Someone dies, and the LU heroes are left to mourn. On grief and moving on (sometimes before you're ready), with great writing to take you there.

Because He Is A Friend Of Mine by ofredandgold. Naruto. I was literally so excited whenever this story updated, but ouch. Meaningful relationships in a war-driven society that expects you to choose clan first, always. Set in the Warring States Period.

 "You have to let go"/Bound (Wind & Warriors) by LettersByTheLake. Linked Universe. To this day gives me chills. Short and so far from sweet. Warriors, Wind, and the terrible act of letting go.

In the Dark Zone by Just_Bonesy. Linked Universe. Who better to write horror than Bonesy? Twilight wakes up in darkness. Things get much worse from there.

In Good Company by weialala. Naruto. Sasuke can see and hear the ghosts of the previous Hokage. Ultimately, his life changes for the better, but Weialala's amazing writing will kick you in the heart first.

[keruimi]

Her Breaking Point

Pairing: Semi Eita

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending. Slight mention of self-harm

Note: It feels like he is very out of character but I think it really suits him the best. Not proofread. Hope you all enjoy it!

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I am known for being the girlfriend of the popular student of the Academy.

Semi Eita.

A talented musician with flawless volleyball skills that makes anyone love him.

Including me...

Ever since we became a thing, I was the happiest among the two of us.

An average student that have no talent nor knowledge. I just simply did my best just to be accepted in the academy.

But I have no forte.

I treated him right. Treated him better than I did with myself.

I loved him more than who I am.

The never-ending judgement whenever I walk through the hallways. The doubting snickers from what I can really give to my boyfriend.

Everyone questioned our relationship.

The whispers were so cruel that even I questioned his feelings.

He have nothing to love on me.

I have a bad personality, I'm not good at anything.

I simply have no worth to be with him.

Yet I tried my best to not be possessive on every action he did. I wanted to trust him.

I don't want to suffocate him with my worries that it would make me look paranoid.

That I allowed him to talk to any woman who approached him. Never prevent him from receiving the gifts that were meant for him.

Until the new manager of the volleyball team arrived in his life.

A woman who simply at his worst times when his mind started to break down.

A woman who soothes his worries with the words he needed to hear.

Comforting words that should be stated by me.

His volleyball training became a stumbling block for us to have our alone time together.

Meaning more time with her.

Those thoughts never left my mind when I started to walk back home.

If it weren't for the strict coach. I could have at least be persistent.

Always remind him that I still exist. That our relationship still exists.

Yet a feeling that I am sharing my boyfriend so easily started to occupy my mind. That I don't care who he was with.

But it really hurt me.

When after those moments with her, he started to really become distant on me. When it feels like the relationship label was the one left for me to assure myself.

The more I watch from the sidelines, the more I notice how their relationship improves. While ours started to deteriorate.

Until it started to feel like there were no 'us' in their world.

He treated her better. While I watch in the sidelines because I couldn't force myself in.

It was not my place to be jealous or ask for something when she was there more than I did.

It made me feel so damn inferior.

Until the last straw truly threw every faith I held for our relationship.

When one day, waiting in the park as cloud started to gather in the sky. When minutes turned to hours.

Until I finally accepted the thought...

Of him forgetting our second anniversary.

I can hear my footsteps on the wet concrete floor as the rain poured hard on the place.

It was cold. Very cold.

I thought I should let it slide like usual. I let it slide because they focus on winning the spring interhigh preliminaries.

I gave him space for him to focus on.

But I realized that I was never his distraction.

When with the slight gap between the gym doors clearly displayed the bond between my boyfriend and their new manager.

They were laughing at the bench during their break time as they had talk with the team.

It made me realize, I was never part of it.

I was never part of his passion nor his life.

It was just a temporary feeling that he seemed to have forgotten long ago.

That I realize there's no use in our relationship anymore.

When he looked at her the same way he did to me when we both fell in love with each other.

I unknowingly let go of the umbrella I was holding as my biggest fear finally drowned me.

I made no effort to keep our relationship stable. I simply let him slip away from me because I don't want to be a possessive partner.

I don't want to let jealousy take over that would make him think I never trusted a man like him.

And I knew I shouldn't give him my entire faith.

I felt my feet step back little by little before I decided to turn my back on the gym.

With trembling hands and anger blooming in my chest. I throw my phone to the ground as I stomp on it many times to ease the uncomfortable feeling in my chest.

The jealousy, the hatred, the pain, and the heartbreak.

I don't know how to remove them from my chest.

I'm so jealous.

I thought if I had nothing to give, I could at least be understanding of him. I can make him feel free without restraining him from anything he wishes to put his mind to.

But it was damn difficult.

The rain, the heavy breaths, and clouded mind was the only thing I remember until I see red in my vision.

That brought me the present where a hand held the scissors that cut through the skin of my wrist.

Yet it didn't ease the pain I'm feeling.

It was simply impossible to forget the pain.

Forget everything in the world around me.

I heard knocking on the door of my dormitory as I heard his muffle voice which fueled the anger within me.

It hurts. Why did I make myself for granted.

"Y/n, answer me please"

The time when I finally started to hate him.

I felt the blood on my wrist trickled down on my hand as I slowly sat down on the floor of the living room.

I don't want him to enter my heart anymore.

Avoiding the man became easier, when I got sick the next day and that turned into a week until I'm finally suitable to attend classes again.

"Y/n? Are you really fine to attend class today?"

I heard my dormmate ask me as I pulled the sleeves of my uniform to hide the marks I gave to myself as I felt a tear escape from my eyes.

It's really tiring to hide everything.

"I'm fine"

I wipe the tear that manages to escape and find the courage to face the outside world again.

I conserve myself by finally starting to respect my space instead of tiring myself to make anyone like me.

When it is only temporary.

"Y/n, someone's looking for you" my classmate uttered when the last class was finally finished.

I looked on the window when I heard her words as the reflection of the mirror showed his silhouette approaching the table as I didn't bother looking back at him who settled my things on the side before he sat on my table, waiting for all of the students to leave before he started to talk to me.

"Y/n.."

"Let's break up" I decided to bring up the thing that prevented me from being who I was.

A relationship that should only be considered a label and title, not a sign of rights.

Yet amidst the anger, it felt like my heart ached when I uttered those words.

"Can we please not go there?" I heard him muttered yet I never bothered to focus my gaze on him.

"Why not? Its the best decision I can choose"

I felt his breath hitched from my words as I stood up from my seat to start packing my belongings so I can escape towards the comfort of my own bedroom.

"Y/n please, I didn't mean to forget about it. I was so busy and tired that it slipped from my mind but my presents and plans for our anniversary are already prepared at that time"

"So?" I snap at him as I finally turn to look at him.

"How does that change anything when your presence is not there? You wasted my time Semi" I watch how his eyes glossed from my words as I looked back on my bag to close its zipper before I felt his arms surrounded my body making me stay still in my position.

"I'm sorry please. It won't happen again. I'll do anything, just stay. I can't bear losing you" he cried out but only one word appeared on my mind.

"Liar..." I felt that word slip from my mouth as a whisper as I heard a sob leave his own lips.

"Y/n"

"Get off me" I removed his arms from before I took the straps of my bag when he kneeled in front of me that made me halt from my steps.

"Please, give me a chance. I'll do better. Just..." He bit his bottom lip as I felt my chest started to feel heavy that made my hand turn into a fist.

"You don't know how much I suffer when I choose to stay." I started off as I looked out to the window where the sun hid behind the clouds that block the light I need to calm my mind down.

"You don't know how worthless I felt when I chose to stay. Why don't you just ask your manager out?" I glanced at him down who looked up at me as he took a hold of my hand.

"I don't like her that way, Y/n. I promise"

"Promise and promises. But was never fulfilled." I look at him with glossy eyes.

"I never felt like I was yours to begin with. I never feel like I am your partner. Other than the first few months of our relationship before that time started to fade, what else did you give?" I snatched my hand away from his grip as I took deep breaths to calm myself down.

"You never tried giving me the time I needed because of practices. You never give boundaries to other women just because I stayed silent. Don't you know she became my biggest insecurity?" I stuttered out.

"Semi Eita, out of everyone. You are the person who made me feel like I'm not deserving of any love."

"Let those words sink in"

And I left the room in tears as I found my way back to my dorm.

I want him to leave. Leave and never look back like what he always did.

But it became difficult when he started to give his time to pursue me again.

Yet where will this end up again. That painful cycle will just repeat once again.

"Y/n, I brought you lunch since your dorm mate told me that you have been skipping lunch for weeks." His voice was so soft that I thought it was not the Semi Eita I once knew.

The hot headed, and competitive person I knew.

I slightly pushed away the bento before I continued working on the script for a grouping as I heard a sigh before he rested his head on the table.

"Y/n, it hurts"

It felt like those words made me want to stop from continuing my work as I felt the urge to just let out everything.

The pain I heard from his voice. The exhaustion was so evident that it feels possible that the moment he will stand up, he would lose consciousness.

"I badly miss you" his voice tremble followed by a weak sob that made me stop from typing on the keyboard.

We both feel like strangers to each other.

It felt like we couldn't see the person we once loved so much before.

"Stop it Semi. You're losing yourself"

I heard a low laugh before his hands reached my own ones.

"I really love you Y/n. I really do that why it hurts so badly" he stuttered out as I felt him tighten his grip on my hands.

"Is there really no other way to make things right?" He whispered as his grip loosened before he drew circles on my hands that began to remind me how much these small moments meant everything to me before.

But right now, it was something I never seek for anymore.

I got so tired that I'm not sure if that love I held from him is still here.

I don't know if it still existed.

Yet a part of me doesn't really want to lose him. A part of me questioned whether I acted too quickly.

Times when my mind became my own enemy just because of him.

Moments when I chose him over me.

"Semi-"

"I love you" he whispered that cut me off as I stared at his features that focused on the hand he was caressing.

Is it worth giving him another chance?

Just for the love that bloomed between the two of us before?

Those were the words that I thought to myself before. When that heartbreak and anger took over my heart until the love and happy memories I created with him saved the relationship I chose to leave.

I sighed in relief as I felt his thumb slowly apply the cream on my wrist as I leaned back my body on him who supported me from behind as my thoughts started to drift to the past.

I don't want to make him feel the feeling I felt before. The feeling of losing yourself because of love.

Because at that time, he was really so different from the man I loved.

The time where he would kneel in front of the dorm just to let him into my life once again.

The time he started to give me flowers, gifts that he usually never gave me. And even taking one flower from it so he knows when to buy me a new one.

The time when he never left my side no matter how much I wanted him to leave. The time he completely chooses me over the things he needs to finish.

It was those small things that made me want to give our love a second chance. A chance where we could be the better person for the other.

Where I can start to learn to speak for myself, say anything I wanted to say so the other would be aware of what could hurt me and what couldn't.

I was not that persistent that it became a miscommunication of feelings. Those miscommunications became a reason for small mistakes to be completely noticed.

It was a tiring memory but the warmth he radiates from his body as he soothes the wounds in my wrist.

He brought it up to his lips and left a small peck on it before giving a peck on my neck then to the corner of my lips making me smile and turn to look at him to give a quick kiss on his lips.

That break up became the reason for him to look after me better. Make the first move about everything if I started to hesitate on my words.

He finally made me content and secured.

A relationship that once hurt me. It became something we started to really cherish.

A bond that confirmed that...

He is mine and I am his