WAITTT IS THAT DG AND ALEX AT THE GROCERY??? BTW SOMEONE SHOULD KILL THAT OLD BITCH ALREADY
How could you ever feel truly loved if you're just a reminder of someone else? cause that shit would break me, imagine falling for someone, only to wonder every second if they’re really seeing you, or just the shadow of someone they lost.
OMFG HELLO? THIS SOME FIRE WRITING
RIGHT??? It’s so freaking sad bro, I don’t like the part where Arden spirit or whatever said “maybe I was reborn” like bro..I’m sorry but you already did your time like pls leave mc alone because the fact that those feelings arent all truly his just hurts
This is my biggest pet peeve in any story cause they literally fall in love with someone who they think they are...like they didn't truly fall in love with them
You truly spitting some straight up fire here. Wonderfully said.
i miss them sm, it feels like a decade have passed :(
THE CLIFFHANGER ALWAYS GETS US, WE GOTTA WAIT UNTIL NEXT WEEK AGAIN ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ
JUST LET THEM BE HAPPY CAUSE IM HERE CRYING AGAIN >:(
okay but i really didn’t expect to love this because apocalypse stories aren’t usually my thing, but omg this one just hit so different. i got way too attached, like screaming and kicking levels of invested. i just wish there were some side stories or little extras, i’m not ready to let them go yet. it was that good.
“at ours, with my ours” ahskjska i’m actually in tears. there’s something so heartbreakingly beautiful about a love that is soft, certain, and unwavering. in a time where so many yaoi stories rely on toxicity, abuse, or endless misunderstandings to make a relationship feel intense, this felt like a breath of fresh air. it didn’t need cruelty to be moving, nor pain to prove how deep the love was. it was simply two people finding comfort, safety, and a home in each other, and somehow that hit me harder than any dramatic storyline ever could. the tenderness, the trust, the quiet devotion woven into every interaction made my chest ache in the best way possible. this is the kind of love that lingers with you long after you’ve finished reading, the kind that makes you stare at the ceiling and think about it for days. i miss them already :(