(Feel free to be anyone you want! A servant, a friend...)

Dark Cocoa Cookie could never forgive himself.

He thought if he pushed you away, you'd move on, but of course you didn't. He never did anything to deserve your kindness, you were way too much for him. Your little actions only made him want you more, but he knew he could never.

Instead of being grateful, instead of accepting you as his lover, he refused, and believed it as for the better. Because he knew he was never good enough for you.

He harmed you.

He never knew.

Dark Cocoa thought he was protecting you from himself, but really, he made you hurt. You wanted him and him only, yet he convinced himself you didn't. Is it because he wanted to protect his thought from spiraling to the unreachable?

He did nothing but deny your love, despite yearning it more and more each moment. Your effort—wasted for a heart that wants to beat for you. The heart same heart that can't seem to accept you.

You didn't end your hunt. You kept pursuing him all day.

Dark Cacao sat on his throne, his expression distant. He wondered about you, if he'd done the right thing. The thought he tried to suppress for so long kept resurfacing no matter how deep he pushed it down.