Hetaoni: The Truth In a Diary; (you vote)Xreader; Part 1
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The clocks, they ticked slowly with every four beats before repeating. Clashing and rewinding, all in four beats. They never stopped, they never stopped for you, and they keep going telling you that you’re alive. Truly alive. It never stopped ticking in the back of your head, as if you were hearing your own heart, your bloodied bleeding heart.
You puffed out, letting a white disfigured ball fly out into the cold air. Your eyes searched around the pure white park, looking for something that looked different, out of place. Something. The wind wrapped around you before slipping away, you felt the tears in your eyes once again. “Why do I always...” end up like this? You whimpered as you listen to the silence, the soft ruffling of the trees and flapping wings was all you heard, no cars, no people. Just you in the old, run down park.
You laughed while you let the tears drip, like blood they were, thick and gooey, and they stained, like the scar left in your heart. Your cold, pale hands touched you freezing cheeks, “How long, will this keep happing?” You mumbled, you didn’t want to go home, you didn’t want to move. Who care anyway? No one at home to say even a “hello” too....
You stayed on that old, half broken bench. Keeping your eyes entertain by the soft, white specks that fluttered like butterflies, with wings they can fly off with. You soon found your eyes closing, taking you away from your cruel reality and the harsh weather. You smiled softly before shutting off.
“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.” - Bob Marley
You awoke to a loud crash, and shouting. You groaned in annoyance, who would be at the park at this time? In fear of the strange and loud noises that shattered into you delicate ears only made you jump up on your feet, making you stumble over something. “Ouch...”You whisper, your hands touched a soft, yet ruff ground, it almost felt like a “carpet?” you winced at the carpet burn you now obtain.
Your eyes slowly opened to only see the blue carpeted flooring, your eyes widen in fear, as your breath hitched in your throat. You slowly looked up to meet hundreds of eyes on you and the silence of disbelief, You jumped back to feel the soft cushioning and fabric. A couch. You eyes however never left the strangers, in fear they would jump at you at any time until your eyes met a similar, sunset brown and dark bowl hair. “K-Kiku?” You whimpered out, until seeing the other two figures beside him, “Feli and Ludwig?!” You couldn’t believe it, your old buddies. How could they be here?
You got onto your feet, as Feli rushed over to you. “Ve~ [f/n]! Your okay!” He cried as he wrapped his arm around you, quickly you returned it. How long has it been since the last time you hug someone? It felt so refreshing. A smile grew upon your lips as you took in the warm hug, “Hey Feli,” you muttered to him softly, feeling the happiness fill your heart. He soon let you go as you both face each other.
He still was the crazy Italian from the looks of it. Short bouncing brown hair with odd curl jumping bout, brown warm eyes stared at you, yet something was inside them, as if sadness crawled through his eyes as he looked at you. I promise, [f/n] that I’ll save you and everyone. You shook your head at the whispered words of the Italian voice. “It’s really you,” You mumbled as your eyes let the tears drip. “You’re really a live” you whispered as you rubbed his cheek. His eyes watch you questioningly, as you brought him into a tight hug. “I thought I lost you” you choked out.
“What are you talking about? Ve?” he asked, his eyes held so many emotions as he questioned you. However you replied with a jumbled answer “The mansion, that monster, t-the deaths, you remember right?” He sighed as if some weight left his shoulder. “I do” he whimpered as he held you tighter in the hug. You smiled at least we’re not alone.
Feli was like a younger sibling that you had to look after, and you never want to see him on his own in this pain. You pulled away and smiled at him, before turning to the others who looked confused by the exchange between the both of you. You laughed as they shook their own heads.
Can you see?
They all have a guide
Falling from the heaven skies.
The clock tick,
The wind whispers,
The skies glow,
The water shimmers,
For you to show.
Can you see?
That you hold?
That stand by your side?
That slips away?