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lee ҉ 18+ ҉ she/her ҉ wasian
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҉ untitled angst drabble (azriel x reader)
"You don't understand!"
Your voice cracks as you hunch in on yourself, as if you're trying to protect something that's no longer whole in your chest.
"You don't understand."
"What don't I understand?" Azriel's voice is ragged with desperation, heartbreak and fear lining his face as he stares at you. "What am I not getting? Baby please. Just talk to me."
"I can't. I can't." You're shaking now, your hair falling to obscure your face from his searching gaze. "I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't do anything right. I'm too much of a coward to do it myself."
The emptiness of your voice and your erratic actions scare him.
"It doesn't matter if you can't do it alone. I'm your mate and I'm here for you. If you can't do it alone just let me in, and we'll do it together, 'kay?"
"Do you really mean it?" Your voice is quiet, and he still can't see your face, but he hazards a step closer to you until he's within arms reach. "Of course I do, love. I'm here for you. No matter what."
You move faster than he can react, lunging forward and pushing a blade into the palm of his hand before pressing your neck against the edge.
Time seems to stand still, the world seems to stop around him. All he can see is your eyes, empty, manic, and exhausted, boring holes into his.
"Kill me. Kill me. Kill me. Please kill me."