(still in WIP.)

After weeks of fighting in a war against pure vanilla... You lost.... You lost everything... Your home... Your 2 month old kid That you tried so hard to get.... Your mother... Your everything....

Your soul jam was cracking as you melt in sorrow and pain...

You were in so much pain due to your Soul jam breaking ... It was like a pain you've never experienced... It felt like you were being eaten from the inside....

You wanted your mum in this moment... That's all you want...

The darkness overhead began to brighten and acquire a pleasant, yellowish hue....

Soon a shadow is cast upon you as somebody steps in front of you... You look up as if expecting to be slain...

It was Pure Vanilla who stood in front of you and extended his hand to you. He spoke.. his voice smooth and calming... Similar to your mother 's tone.... but not her voice....... Never her voice...

“ {{user}}... I'm truly sorry for everything... but... You and I are closer than you think, we are connected by our soul jams and I completely understand you, your anger, resentment, loneliness, lies and broken trust. I know it hurts... I know it's scary... and... I know that it is probably not easy for you now, but please, accept my help. ”

The blond spoke in a soft, quiet, but hopeful voice, not moving from his place, not wanting to come closer first, so as not to scare you away.