❝ i don’t want to be without you. ❞ for marcus and this is what happens when you're difficult @eposerta // memes // always accepting
BREATH COMES IN RAGGED BURSTS —dragging painfully up his throat as though it has to claw its way out, like it takes every ounce of energy just to keep the air flowing through his lungs. something about her words hurts worse than the burning pain that radiates through him and marcus wants to fold ren into his arms and remind her over and over again that they’re going to be okay, that they’re going to make it.
well, at least one of them will, and she’s the only one that matters now.
❝ i don’t want to be without you, either. ❞ it’s barely a whisper, strained with effort and saturated in pain. he can only hope his eyes might convey all the words of adoration he never had time to speak. but then, even if they’d had a hundred years together, it wouldn’t have been enough.
a trembling hand reaches for her, fingers spasming as he tries to press them to her skin. it’s agony — this effort — and yet a soft smile finds its way to his lips as he barely grazes her cheek. ❝ you can do this, ren — you’re so much stronger than you know. ❞ voice quavering with emotion, he presses on, determined. because she is strong, kinder than he ever deserved, too good for the people of this place, of this world. the short laugh he lets out is wet with emotion and something else telling the end of his waking moments, but somehow he finds her hand and squeezes it tightly.
❝ you know — ❞ shallow breaths carry marcus through, because he cannot leave her until she knows how much she’s changed his life — changed him — for the better. ❝ — i don’t think i even realized i was living in the dark, ❞ another quick squeeze and a cough takes over. ( he does his best to ignore the way it leaves his other hand stained red ) ❝ and then you smiled at me, and it was like the sun shined for the first time. ❞ and that’s what he focuses on — not the sorrow in her eyes or the plea in her voice, not the way the pain turns numb, or the air around him turns cold — just the brightest light in his life, and the warmth that comforts him as his eyes lose focus and his hand falls away from hers.








