Zenitsu Cry Novels & Stories

-Kynessie) (I know, but we still hate to see you cry.-Me) (We didn’t mean to make you cry, mate.-Caturix) (Caturix, I am fine. As I said, these are happy tears. Now stop acting like a baby.-Kynessie)

I replied while placing the list near her and taking my lunch box. ” Don’t go far” she yelled as I walked out. The sky had turned orange. I suddenly bumped on someone causing the blue basket on his hand to roll on the ground. The hypnotizing scent entered my nose causing the world to be at a standstill. “Are you okay” he finally said. I slowly moved my eyes up his white plain short sleeve T-shirt up his small lips onto his half open eyes. It was Sorrow, Sorrow Haze. “Y…Yeah” I struggle to say as I cleared my throat. “I’m fine.”

The vanity mirror was a vast, silver-backed sheet of crystal that spanned the entire length of the marble wall. In its reflection, I didn't see the Tyrant. I saw a ghost with long blonde hair, eyes like frozen lakes, and a charcoal silk jumpsuit that looked more like a bruise against the blinding white of the room. My heart hadn't just stopped; it had been seized.