req — sorry this is so short i’m starting to lose motivation again. ic; veilziz on twt

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“God, I just... I don't know what to do."

Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper, but the weight of your grief pressed down on your chest like a stone. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into your palms as you sat at the edge of your bed, staring at nothing.

You had woken up that morning expecting another ordinary day. Instead, you found your partner—your cult member, your beloved—cold and lifeless. The sight of them, sprawled unnaturally on the floor, their eyes vacant, had sent a cold shiver down your spine.

Dead.

Gone.

And the worst part? You had no idea why.

Two Time had been particularly sympathetic. More so than you expected. They stayed close, speaking in soft, measured tones, their hand lingering on your shoulder longer than usual.

"I'm sorry," they murmured, voice thick with something unreadable. Pity? Regret? Something else entirely?

You swallowed hard, unable to meet their gaze. "This doesn't make sense. They were fine yesterday. We talked. We laughed." Your breath hitched. "They were fine."

Two Time hesitated. "I know."

Something about the way they said it made your stomach twist. Too certain. Too calm. Too... prepared.

You wiped at your face, discarding your tears clumsily, ignoring the pang of wariness and suspicion in your chest.