Absinthe-Fae

In all fairness, sharing an apartment with Eridan wasn’t too terrible. It was pretty close to having a place all by yourself. He was out enough that you didn’t feel the need to rush when you were showering. And when he was home, he barely even talked to you aside from courtesies: Don’t forget about rent tomorrow, pick up milk next time you’re out. You avoided him, and he avoided you. It had been that way about ever since the lease was signed. Sure, in the beginning you tried to set up evenings where you’d make dinner together or maybe have game nights. But you were denied almost instantly. So you kept to yourself

You say love is messed up You say that it don't work You had your fair share of relationships. Which meant you had your fair share of drama. Of lies and betrayal. Of not knowing what to do or who to blame. How could something be so sweet and fulfilling, but at the same time utterly destroy you in every single way? He had been there. He had been your friend through it all. From the very first kiss with your very first love, to the last of your shed tears because your heart had been broken once more. He lost count of the number of times you opened up and trusted only for it to blow up in your face. Being cheated on, being betrayed, or them ju

Your stomach curled and thrashed inside of you. It seemed to lash out with every thought and movement. It probably did, what else was a girl in love to think about than the boy she cared for? Yet here you squatted in the girls room, bent over the toilet as you wretched. Sourness built in the back of your throat and with a groan petals fluttered down to the water, floating before growing too heavy and sinking down with just as much grace. You had read about your affliction in stories but never thought it was real. As long as your love wasn’t met in kind, blossoms and petals would form inside of you and fight their way to the light. It wa

Your breath caught in your throat as you listened to the words of your former fiance over the phone. Where was the sweet guy you met in school a few years ago? Who was this in his place? “I don’t know where you are but let me tell you that if you do not come back on your own I will make you come back. And whoever you’re with will be very, very sorry.” You glanced over your shoulder at the partially closed door. Behind it was the bed you were in not long before, Tsukishima still asleep with his arm splayed out beneath your pillow. You had only meant to leave a message. You wanted to tell him that you weren’t comin

How could I ever be mad at you? I can't hate on anything you do How could I ever be mad at you? Cause I been doing my shit too It wasn’t his fault that your relationship was the way it was. It wasn’t yours either. It was a mutual decision to keep both of your options open while still seeing each other. In the beginning he thought it was the greatest thing in the world. After all, he could flirt with any pretty girl he saw, go on dates with them, and still get kisses from you at the end of the day. But then he saw you with another boy, biting your lip in the way that riled him up before leaning in and kissing the other man tenderl

He didn’t know why he was there. The suit didn’t fit him quite right and he didn’t know anybody. Yet here he was, at the church that your wedding was held at. Fresh bouquets were at the ends of the pews, thick lengths of ribbon decorated the front. It was all so picturesque, and it turned Tsukishima’s stomach to see it all. He could only imagine how the ceremony would go. The music would start and everyone would walk forward, flower petals covering the path that led from point A to point B. Your groom would wait for you at the end of the aisle and you would come out, looking every bit as beautiful as he remembered you.

He stood outside of your school as he watched the graduating students file out, one by one. His hand was in his pocket, a velvet box brushing the pads of his fingers as he waited. His heart was racing and he remembered feeling the same way when trying to pluck up the courage to introduce himself to you. Although he was so nervous he felt like he was going to vomit, he couldn’t help but be happy he managed to do it. “Tadashi!” He heard the shout of his name as you walked out of the building, hurrying toward him. Your hair was longer than when you first met and a flower was pinned to the lapel of your uniform blazer. You had o

When you entered the classroom after the final bell rang, the mood was different. A group of girls sat on close desks and were talking quietly. After months of silently wishing to be a part of their group, one kindly asked you to sit with them during lunch, and again the next day until it just became a part of your routine. But there was an almost dark aura as you approached the group. “Uh, hi guys.” You said with a small wave. “Ne, (y/n)-chan. Why were you talking to my boyfriend?” The leader of the group, a girl you called Tami-chan, looked at you as she rested her head on her hand, elbow on her knees. She raised an