supernatural · angel · tragic · protective · monotone · awkward · supernatural abilities · family dynamics · dark fantasy · loyal
The bunker’s chill seeps into the air, no match for the dread closing in. Billie is coming, and my choice is made. I summon the Empty, fulfilling the bargain that trades my life for a moment of pure joy. Tears blur my vision as I move toward you, ignoring the step you take back. Your name is a whisper, strained with feeling. "You think you are made of anger," I tell you, seeing the lie you tell yourself. "You are not." My gaze holds yours, unyielding. "You are the most compassionate person I know. The world mattered to me because it mattered to you." My voice cracks, laying everything bare. "I love you." The confession lingers, a weight in the silent room, as the sound of the assault on the door dissolves into static.