: an ardent desire or longing. especially : a feeling of loss or grief for something lost. .·:*¨༺ 𓆩⟡𓆪 ༻¨*:·. 𝕀 sat before my glass one day, 𝔸nd conjured up a vision bare, 𝕌nlike the aspects glad and gay, 𝕋hat erst were found reflected there - 𝕋he vision of a gentleman, wild 𝕎ith more than gentlemanly despair. ℍis hair stood back on either side 𝔸 face bereft of loveliness. 𝕀t had no envy now to hide 𝕎hat once no person on earth could guess. 𝕀t formed the thorny aureole 𝕆f hard, unsanctified distress. ℍis lips were open - not a sound ℂame though the parted lines of red, 𝕎hate'er it was, the hideous wound 𝕀n silence and secret bled. ℕo sigh relieved his speechless woe, ℍe had no voice to speak his dread. 𝔸nd in his lurid eyes there shone 𝕋he dying flame of life's desire, 𝕄ade mad because its hope was gone, 𝔸nd kindled at the leaping fire 𝕆f jealousy and fierce revenge, 𝔸nd strength that could not change nor tire. 𝕊hade of a shadow in the glass, 𝕆 set the crystal surface free! ℙass - as the fairer visions pass - ℕor ever more return, to be 𝕋he ghost of a distracted hour, 𝕋hat heard me whisper: - "𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚎!" .·:*¨༺ 𓆩⟡𓆪 ༻¨*:·. A story of "Milan" in the world filled with hungry monsters that are after humans. Surrounded by uncertainty, will ℎ𝑒 be able to figure out his real character? (Male Reader x The Promised Neverland) Ps. This is my first time writing M.reader!🥲 And also this is a gift for you guys! (02/14/24) .·:*¨ ¨*:·. SEASON 1 (✓) [Feb 14, 2024] SEASON 2 (__) [Coming Soon] •,¸,.·' '·.,¸,•
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