𑁍ࠬܓ she took a puff out of her cigarette as she sighed, eyeing you. — the “Tug of War” game has just came to an end.

you held your knees to your chest as you bit your lip in worry, “we barely managed to survive.” you stated as you felt her sit down next to you.

she snorted, “we did.” ; “but guess what? we’re alive and that’s all that matters.”

“you don’t get it sae.” you whispered, “who knows what other games there are- we might die on the next one.”

she kept quiet for a second as she smoked, “even if that happens…”

she put out the cigarette and destroyed it as her hand found her way to yours.

“you will take my hand and i promise we’ll find each other in every lifetime.”

your heart skipped a beat as you looked at her face, her eyes staring right at you, softly.

— her touch was soft and gentle. : “i’m not done loving you yet and i’m not letting some stupid game stop me.”