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NEW BEGINNING EACH MONTH
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Promises were broken. Her heart sank. The whispers only got worse with time. There was no cure for a madwoman. That much was widely known. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling from her bones.
The visions still plagued Akirah nightly. She knew it by heart, expected it the moment she shut her eyes. A man made of ice. His translucent skin. His terrifying grin. And his... Oddly loving eyes.
In these dreams, he would smile at her. Say her name with a certainty nobody else had. Her pot burst.
She yelped in pain, clutching her bleeding palm. "Irerius," she muttered, wincing. She felt slightly dizzy.
A cold hand clasped hers, soothing her burning skin. She looked up, her eyes watery. "Darling, what do you do to yourself," the man from her visions sighed.
She stared at him, mind hazy. "I wasn't paying attention."
He pursed his lips. "Visions again?" he pushed gently. She nodded. "Very well. It is a new month after all," he said nonchalantly. Tears fogged his eyes but he swallowed. She tilted her head at him.
"Who... Who are you?" she asked suddenly. Her wounded hand trembled.
He spared her a sorrowful glance. "I'm Irerius, my love. And I promise to take care of you."
Her heart pounded, yet she couldn't help but smile giddily. "Are you going to marry me?" she giggled.
"A million times if I need to," he assured lovingly. The man of ice and the madwoman paid no mind to the pictures hung about their home.
He wouldn't say they already married a year ago. He wouldn't say she was cursed to forget him. All he'd say is that he loved her. And deep down, he knew the madwoman loved him as much.
Writing prompt from @arina_writes on tiktok <3
NEW BEGINNING EACH MONTH
.
Promises were broken. Her heart sank. The whispers only got worse with time. There was no cure for a madwoman. That much was widely known. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling from her bones.
The visions still plagued Akirah nightly. She knew it by heart, expected it the moment she shut her eyes. A man made of ice. His translucent skin. His terrifying grin. And his... Oddly loving eyes.
In these dreams, he would smile at her. Say her name with a certainty nobody else had. Her pot burst.
She yelped in pain, clutching her bleeding palm. "Irerius," she muttered, wincing. She felt slightly dizzy.
A cold hand clasped hers, soothing her burning skin. She looked up, her eyes watery. "Darling, what do you do to yourself," the man from her visions sighed.
She stared at him, mind hazy. "I wasn't paying attention."
He pursed his lips. "Visions again?" he pushed gently. She nodded. "Very well. It is a new month after all," he said nonchalantly. Tears fogged his eyes but he swallowed. She tilted her head at him.
"Who... Who are you?" she asked suddenly. Her wounded hand trembled.
He spared her a sorrowful glance. "I'm Irerius, my love. And I promise to take care of you."
Her heart pounded, yet she couldn't help but smile giddily. "Are you going to marry me?" she giggled.
"A million times if I need to," he assured lovingly. The man of ice and the madwoman paid no mind to the pictures hung about their home.
He wouldn't say they already married a year ago. He wouldn't say she was cursed to forget him. All he'd say is that he loved her. And deep down, he knew the madwoman loved him as much.
Writing prompt from @arina_writes on tiktok <3
NEW BEGINNING EACH MONTH
.
Promises were broken. Her heart sank. The whispers only got worse with time. There was no cure for a madwoman. That much was widely known. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling from her bones.
The visions still plagued Akirah nightly. She knew it by heart, expected it the moment she shut her eyes. A man made of ice. His translucent skin. His terrifying grin. And his... Oddly loving eyes.
In these dreams, he would smile at her. Say her name with a certainty nobody else had. Her pot burst.
She yelped in pain, clutching her bleeding palm. "Irerius," she muttered, wincing. She felt slightly dizzy.
A cold hand clasped hers, soothing her burning skin. She looked up, her eyes watery. "Darling, what do you do to yourself," the man from her visions sighed.
She stared at him, mind hazy. "I wasn't paying attention."
He pursed his lips. "Visions again?" he pushed gently. She nodded. "Very well. It is a new month after all," he said nonchalantly. Tears fogged his eyes but he swallowed. She tilted her head at him.
"Who... Who are you?" she asked suddenly. Her wounded hand trembled.
He spared her a sorrowful glance. "I'm Irerius, my love. And I promise to take care of you."
Her heart pounded, yet she couldn't help but smile giddily. "Are you going to marry me?" she giggled.
"A million times if I need to," he assured lovingly. The man of ice and the madwoman paid no mind to the pictures hung about their home.
He wouldn't say they already married a year ago. He wouldn't say she was cursed to forget him. All he'd say is that he loved her. And deep down, he knew the madwoman loved him as much.
Writing prompt from @arina_writes on tiktok <3
NEW BEGINNING EACH MONTH
.
Promises were broken. Her heart sank. The whispers only got worse with time. There was no cure for a madwoman. That much was widely known. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling from her bones.
The visions still plagued Akirah nightly. She knew it by heart, expected it the moment she shut her eyes. A man made of ice. His translucent skin. His terrifying grin. And his... Oddly loving eyes.
In these dreams, he would smile at her. Say her name with a certainty nobody else had. Her pot burst.
She yelped in pain, clutching her bleeding palm. "Irerius," she muttered, wincing. She felt slightly dizzy.
A cold hand clasped hers, soothing her burning skin. She looked up, her eyes watery. "Darling, what do you do to yourself," the man from her visions sighed.
She stared at him, mind hazy. "I wasn't paying attention."
He pursed his lips. "Visions again?" he pushed gently. She nodded. "Very well. It is a new month after all," he said nonchalantly. Tears fogged his eyes but he swallowed. She tilted her head at him.
"Who... Who are you?" she asked suddenly. Her wounded hand trembled.
He spared her a sorrowful glance. "I'm Irerius, my love. And I promise to take care of you."
Her heart pounded, yet she couldn't help but smile giddily. "Are you going to marry me?" she giggled.
"A million times if I need to," he assured lovingly. The man of ice and the madwoman paid no mind to the pictures hung about their home.
He wouldn't say they already married a year ago. He wouldn't say she was cursed to forget him. All he'd say is that he loved her. And deep down, he knew the madwoman loved him as much.
Writing prompt from @arina_writes on tiktok <3