Promises — Lea Daniel
A4, craft paper, inks, liners; 2021



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Promises — Lea Daniel
A4, craft paper, inks, liners; 2021
Broken Promise
MASTERLIST
PART V:
Genre: fluff; mild angst
Warnings: none
A/N: this is the second to last of my first ever!
*22 years old*
You always knew you would curse your younger self for your lazy study habits. You just didn’t realize you’d be doing it on a sidewalk in Paris. Figures you’d go and get yourself lost from the group; not a lick of French to speak of. You’d think, after a few years of modeling you’d have picked up a few phrases from the countries you visited frequently, but then you’d be wrong.
And that’s where he saw you. Standing there on the sidewalk just outside the restaurant. You in your cute straw hat. Holding a map in one hand, and your sky blue dress down in the other. It was an Azumane original Asahi gifted you for landing a spot in Paris Fashion Week. You were a stark contrast to the girl he found in the park all those years ago.
He watched you for a few minutes more, shaking his head and chuckling softly as you struggled to fight the Parisian breeze the sunny day brought. Tugging his apron off he made his way outside. “Ya look much better when you’re not crying in a park princess.” He says smiling down at you. You whip your body around a look of surprise on your face. “You’re him!” You exclaim eyes dancing with excitement, “you’re the one who carried me to the bus stop!” He laughs as you ramble on waiving your arms trying to explain the events that happened that day. Taking your hand he tugs you along into the restaurant. “I’m Osamu. Osamu Miya” he states as he guides you to a table. “[f/n, l/n]” you respond with a big grin on your face.
And that one breezy day in Paris will be the turning point to the rest of your life.
Your relationship with Osamu was a stark contrast to your relationship with Akaashi. Things with Akaashi were like a slow-burn. They built over years of stoking the flames. Your relationship with Osamu was like a blazing fire, steady and never in need of rekindling. From that first day in the restaurant you both fell head first deep into a love you knew in your bones would be your forever.
It was the way he dropped by your shoots with freshly made onigiri and desserts. The way he bought every magazine you graced the cover of and framed them up in his apartment. You loved him the way you loved Mochi and old classic movies like Breakfast at Tiffany’s. You made sure to drop by on his breaks and for dinners nearly every night, and you adored the light in his eyes when he told you about his newest creation. That first year in Paris would always be your favorite, and when he got down on one knee a year later, in the middle of everyone at the after party; with tears in your eyes, your only answer was yes.
Lies
I knew I said never again
am I falling for your lies,
yet here we are
how little it takes for me
to forget the past
just my name whispered in the night
followed by the three magical words
and I am your again
Un hueso / un corazón / una promesa / la ley
Iban a necesitar mis dedos pero yo necesitaba más tiempo. Necesitaba más tiempo para extirpar de mi mente la imagen de tus enormes ojos grises y tu piel pálida-azulada estallando en un mar negro cuando te dije, -sí, prometí nunca dejarte, mi amor, pero eso fue antes. Sollozando me dijiste, -¿antes de qué, de que te ayudara a dejarlo? Y yo te dije, -no nena, antes de que lo enterráramos. Me impacientabas tanto porque eras como yo.
Necesitaba más tiempo para dejar de soñar contigo y pretender que no nos conocíamos. ¿Qué más quería yo que una lobotomía tipo 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' para olvidar todo y comenzar de nuevo? Pero, dejando la ciencia ficción por un lado, mi juicio era en dos días, veinte horas, y treinta y ocho minutos -para ser exactos- y yo seguía pensando en ti. En las promesas que rompí, en tu corazón hecho pedazos, en el cuerpo fragmentado de A después de que lo despedazamos.
No tenía más que mi cuerpo y los barrotes de esta celda, y sabía que nada te sacaría de mi memoria. Fue así como decidí quebrar uno a uno los falanges de mis dedos. Les puse nombres para facilitar el proceso. Tenían los nombres de cada una de las diez primeras tipas en quienes tuve que bailar. Sentía cómo mis huesos colgaban y eso me daba libertad. Pensaba en aquel día en el viñedo con mi madre y temblaba de alegría. Veía el negro de los moretones en mis manos y pensaba en tus ojos-agujero-negro después de que te ___.
Te ruego me perdones pues no tenía otra opción. Ese día tu me dijiste ya no ser mi amiga y allí supe que nuestra complicidad había terminado (y entonces yo te dije, -siempre, y tú me respondiste -eso fue antes). Sin falanges, tendrán que posponer mi juicio ya que no podrán usar el polígrafo. Así tendré más tiempo de dejar de ser perseguida por la adrenalina de nuestro crimen mutuo. En este nuevo mundo no hay adrenalina, ni existes tú o existo yo. Nos aniquilamos mutuamente, y solo el espíritu de A es testigo (pero no, el detector de mentiras no).
Paulina
Chapter 2: Star
Wow the support for this has been amazing and I’m beyond thankful for each and every one of you showing this story love! I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Sadness, hurt, Fluffy beyond fluffy, Ella and Lance Fluff!
Parings: Lance X Reader
Masterlist
Lance Tucker Masterlist
Chapter 1, Chapter 3
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Lances' eyes just locked on yours. Taking a deep breath you just weakly smile at him.
“Hey, Lance... Long-time no see.”
Lance can’t believe it. You're here standing front in of him...
“You had a daughter.” You nod as Lance stares down at Ella his heart hurt even more now. You had a daughter and you named her Ella. What lucky asshole got to live his life every day with you and beautiful little Ella.
“Yes, I do Ella come on we better be leaving.” Ella pouts she liked Lance.
“But mommy...” You eye Ella as she pouts at you.
“Come on Bean.” Lance watches you be a mom and he doesn’t know how to feel.
“It was good seeing you Star.” You stop and stare hard at him.
“Don’t call me that.” You snap Ella looks at you strangely as you gather her things. Lance sighs.
“Babe...” Your eyes flash to his as he just steps back. He shouldn’t call you that either, your husband... That’s right your husband would be livid, hell he’d be livid if someone dared called you pet names.
“Ella sweetie let’s go.” Ella frowns she looks up at Lance with a sad face.
“Bye.” She says sadly as Lance watches you walk away from him yet again.
“Ella is a beautiful name! What’s her middle name?” Lance finds himself asking.
You stop hearing him ask that you just shake your head as you keep walking. Ella skipping stops. She stares at her mommy and looks back at Lance.
“Olivia!” She smiles at him as she runs after you.
Part 5 and 6 will be coming out sometime today.
Thanks for reading!
diagnosed with psychotics and bipolar, because a bitch has to be crazy in this fucking bullshit of a shatty fucking lifestyle vybe lately. I CALL BULLSHIT ON EVERYTHING.
LOL don't listen to me though, I am mentally ill and I really probably don't know shit... and in real life look at me... you probably would do better so listen to yourself... you have the POWER TO MAKE CHANGES ON EARTH, yet shit still fucking stays the same or worse.
You have this position and you use that towards your advantage and you don't have the vision of understanding how YOU IN FACT ARE PART OF WHAT IS FUCKING EVERY SINGLE FUCKING THING UP ON EARTH. Blame the fucking choices you make, and see how you can create a better lifestyle for yourself, TF. This is what is giving me a headache. Someone told me I have a lot of responsibility and I suppose this is it. GET YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER, AND STOP WITH YOUR FUCKING POWER TRIP= MAKING YOU DEADFUCKINGASSTRIP SO HARD. I know who I am, and even I have the humble perspective to understand I SHAT THE FUCKING BED.. SO since you have comfort and like a kush life thx to someone providing, start asking yourself... how TF are you actually going to be the change during these days?!??!? WHAT CAN YOU DO? Instead of keeping yourself busy fucking judging some ugly ass cunty bitch?!?>?!?!? TF?!?!??!? MMMM. Make good choices and make sure the path you are walking on has a good destination, and understand others are there along the way.
Taking advantage of someone= FUCKERY
Making rules for no fucking reasons, and no validity= FUCKERY
Targetting someone because you decided you wanted A FUCKING BURGER= FUCKERY.
GET A FUCKING LIFE.... AND STOP BEING SO LAME AF THAT YOU NEED SOMEONE WHO IS STRUGGLING TO CREATE SOME SORT OF LIKE DRIVE FOR YOU. MAKE THAT FUCKING MAKE SENSE. DID YOU GET TO WHERE YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU LIE, OR YOU FUCKING GOT WRECKED GETTING THERE. Im just saying easy says a lot. And I know easy vs. hard.
"when loving you hurts my soul" "I wont beg for a love that tears me apart" " I choose my peace this time"
-Ella Mai
Broken Promise in the broken world
Promises are often broken because humans are flawed, limited, and driven by self-interest. People change, circumstances shift, and sometimes, promises are made with good intentions but without the power to keep them.
Why Do Promises Get Broken?
Weakness & Limitations – People overpromise without realizing they can’t actually fulfill them.
Selfishness & Deception – Some make promises just to gain trust or manipulate others.
Circumstances Change – Even well-meaning promises can become impossible to keep.
Forgetfulness & Indifference – Some just stop caring or prioritize something else.
What Can We Truly Rely On?
👉 Only God’s Promises Are Unchanging. Unlike humans, God is faithful, sovereign, and all-powerful. When He makes a promise, He doesn’t forget, change His mind, or fail.
"God is not a man, that He should lie, nor a son of man, that He should change His mind. Does He speak and then not act? Does He promise and not fulfill?" – Numbers 23:19
So, what can we be assured of? 🔹 God’s love never fails. (Romans 8:38-39) 🔹 He will never leave us. (Hebrews 13:5) 🔹 Justice will come, even if it seems delayed. (Isaiah 30:18) 🔹 Eternal life is secured for those who believe in Him. (John 3:16)
How Do We Live Knowing Humans Will Fail Us?
Be discerning – Trust people, but don’t be naive.
Forgive, but don’t be blind – Learn from broken promises without letting bitterness consume you.
Anchor your hope in God, not people. Even the best humans will fail, but God won’t.
In a world full of broken promises, only God is our true assurance.