Zalive ~
I dedicate this all to @ichaichalivinglegacy !! Thank you for your support <3
This is the story of how Zack lived, breathed, and existed. Firstly, you must understand how this works. The lungs expand and contract when one breathes in and out, and the oxygen is absorbed into the body through some type of blood thing involving some bronchial tubes of some sort. Zack did a lot of this: breathing. He still does in fact. He’s in love with living, and living is in love with him. The ultimate fairy tale of two who were meant to be together. Being alive is his soul mate. Zack has never encountered a situation where he is unable to live. One could claim he is immortal. Even the toughest battles and the worst of injuries would never kill him. He will continue to draw breaths for all of eternity. The idea of his life being halted is absurd. There are people who die, and then there is Zack, who will never die. His connection with being alive is just too strong, and life doesn’t want to let him go, ever. Life is in love with Zack, and Zack is in love with life. ((the following is very nsfw!! do not read if you are a young child!!!!))
Zack drew in a breath. Clean, fresh air entered his mouth, then his throat and his lungs. He slowly pushed it from the lungs and back up his body. The air whistled as he let it out, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape, almost like he was blowing smoke. (((that’s it, no more smut i promise!!))))
It was a crisp autumn day, a fantastic one to be alive. The birds were chirping, the leaves were falling gently to the ground, and just like the squirrels running up trees, Zack was alive.
(((okay im stopping i can’t do this anymore, the feels are too much. just;;; my otp)))
