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Shadow Milk had been dating Mystic Flour for what felt like two years now...but these past few months were heavy on him,to say the least.
It had been a...month?Or two?...Maybe more than he could count.All he did was look at his messages with her,half of his face buried in the pillow.
Did he say something wrong?Did he do anything wrong?
He couldn't figure out the puzzle in his mind.
She was everything to him.If anything happened to her...he didn't even want to imagine it.He knew for sure he wouldn't be stable.
He had tried to contact his other two friends, burning spice and eternal sugar, but they just said she might be "busy." Shadow Milk knew better she used to reply or call him even when she was busy.
So why now...?It didn't make sense to him. His mind was already creating the worst scenarios.
It couldn't be that she just ghosted him...could it?
Or did something happen to her...
and no one told him?
He got out of bed in a rush.
His breathing grew heavier and his vision turned blurry.
"Please don't leave me," he whispered, barely able to walk to the kitchen.
He forced himself to focus on the objects around him.
"A chair... right... a table,"
he said in a shaky voice.
"It's not dangerous... I'm alright..."
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, opening them again slowly.
One more text,maybe this time...
He held his phone once again and sat at the dining table. His fingers were so used to opening the messaging app at this point; it had become an involuntary habit.
'Misty. I really need you.'
Send.
He stared at the screen for a moment, hoping for a reply, but the silence only crushed his hope once more.
He checked the time:
4:00 am.
Not surprising. As much as he wanted to sleep right now, his eyes burned from crying.
Instead... maybe he should go outside to clear his head. It had been a while since he last stepped outside anyway.
He slipped on his shoes and went for a walk.
Looking up at the sky in the empty streets felt somewhat calming...
yet his head throbbed painfully.
As he kept walking, he froze,as he recognised the cookie Infront of him
"MISTY?! Misty... is that you?"
A soft gasp came from the quiet cookie
"Shadow Milk...I'm... sor-"
Before she could complete her sentence, he rushed over without thinking and wrapped both arms around her. His hands rubbed her back as he inhaled her scent, burying his face against her neck so closely that Mystic Flour could hear his rapid heartbeat
Mystic Flour stood there, stunned, but she knew she had to talk to him right now, whether he was ready for it or not.
"Shadow Milk...why are you... you should be mad at me."
"I never said I wasn't mad... but I missed you so much" he whispered in her ear. Her smell... her voice...her face... it was everything he had needed for months.
He stepped back slightly, keeping his hands resting on her shoulders. His face was close to hers, making him blush a little before speaking:
"Misty, did I do something wrong?"
"You didn't..."
"Then...did I annoy you?"
"Not really..."
"What happened...? Why did you leave me? You don't hate me, do you?"
"I...don't, but..."
He was terrified. Was it because he wasn't good enough? He knew he was childish and a bit of a joker, but he had done his best to be whatever she wanted.
"It's just... I don't think we can be together anymore. I'm sorry... I should've said this earlier... so please, just leave..."
. . .
Her voice began to fade.
It's fine... he's not in danger.
...
Why is everything... blurry...?
...
It's fine.
He's alright.
He is not in danger...
WHY?
WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY
. . .
"Please don't go." he whimpered.
"Misty.please..." He gently held her knuckles, lifting her hands to press a desperate kiss against them. "I'll do anything!just don't leave me..."
...
Mystic Flour pulled her hands away and rushed into the fog.
And he just stood there, letting her go.