Me the moment Ais explained a hive mind kind of situation: I may be cursed but I am not being in no hive mind. This anxiety and depression stays right where it is.
Dawn of the fall (2072 words) by N_faith
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Boruto: Naruto Next Generations
Summary: « Please, don't make me say the same thing twice. That's it. » He runs his fingertip along her cheek, as if to comfort her. « Would you have me believe that you're really willing to put a clean break on what you've built so far simply to spite on the man who loves you madly and who is even my boss? That you're willing to run away to reclaim your life, to recreate it from scratch… With someone like me? » A pause. « Even knowing that I don't love Rin, that my kin imposed her on me by virtue of some union between families with related advantages? Although you are well aware that she is carrying my child, and that I have no intention of abandoning him? » The man's voice is more of a whisper steeped in bewilderment and guilt.
I started playing Love and Deepspace,Love the animation,the game format,fighting with your man,and the fact that I can be melanated in this game.
It’s an improvement from many other games.But I’m already in love with these guys.
There is an entire photo shoot section in the game so you can take pictures with them.I haven’t gotten pictures of Raphael and I though,We haven’t had enough scenes for that.But I love them and they’re my husbands now.
Zayne(One in the black) is a doctor with ice powers and Xavier is a fighter who was found by the main character.The only things you can’t customize are hair textures and gender.So,Unfortunately for men,You can’t be a male main character in the story.There is no gender swap option.
I hope they update it so I can have Afro hair and curly styles,There are a few wavy curls in the picture options,But no Afro hair.But I guess you can’t expect that from a Chinese game.
I enjoy the game though,And I’m excited for the rest of the story.
Please, don’t forget, I saw her almost die. That picture set my heart to a different throb. When that beat hit my chest, I was physically aware of the flesh my heart was made of. The beat stretched it so violently, it stretched it for good, and it has never beaten the same again. I thought I’d never get over it, and I never did. I was very vulnerable when I met her and I let her become everything.
And all that time she was in that house, she could’ve let go at any given moment, but she didn’t. Picturing her there, in the darkness, alone, every sound echoing endlessly, it hurts me deeply. All through the pain and loneliness, she held on. I arrogantly hope it was because of me. I prayed that I gave her enough to keep her strong, that she needed to find me again as much as I did. That’s why I let her go because I knew our bond was unbreakable. I knew she needed to learn to be by herself, entering the world without a safety net. If I would’ve insisted on keeping her with me, I would’ve watched her vanish, I know it. Because loving her was another thing I was doing for her as she was doing it for me. We made it into each other’s subconscious, and there I tried to feed her a new life, I insisted that I needed her that much. Everyone should feel like they belong in this world, everyone.