i just miss it okay....

8

I decided to become an artist when I was about your age. I liked to draw so much, I almost hated to go to bed. And then one day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t draw anything. Everything I drew, I didn’t like. I realized that my art up to then was a copy of someone else, things I had seen somewhere. I decided I had to discover my own style. It’s still difficult. But then, the results… They seem to be a little better than before. It’s nice to be a witch, isn’t it? I like the idea - to be a witch, to be an artist, to be a baker… It’s an energy bestowed by the gods or someone, right? Though thanks to it, we do have to suffer at times.

2

I finally get it now. I’m the spawn of satan, and I can’t escape my powers. I’ve always been afraid of facing, or even acknowledging them. But that was wrong.. This is me. This is also who I am 

The more you forget me, the deeper I slip.
Give this silence two more months and it’ll be like we never even met at all. That’s what we both want, right?
The thought of you wanting nothing to do with me still hurts just as much as it used to.
I promise I won’t call anymore.
I won’t even say your name when I’m drunk, alone in a bar.
It won’t be so bad, right?
We always go back to each other, right?

But, what if we don’t this time?

—  Maybe we weren’t supposed to work out

“Shiro,” Keith breathes, completely and utterly floored.

Shiro, tiny Shiro, gasps. He scrambles at the back wall, pressing himself further into the corner as he stares up at the four shell-shocked Paladins with desperate, naked fear. He chokes out three lost and miserable words:

“Who are you?”

First glimpse of smol!Shiro from @butteredonions‘s killing-me-softly fic, The Size Of Our Actions. More forthcoming.

I have to constantly keep myself busy because if I don’t, I start to think about us, and I make up reasons why we should be back together, and then when I realize that we aren’t going to be, I crawl into bed and try to fall asleep. At least in my sleep you and I can be together and everything is okay again.
—  My friends don’t understand how badly I need them to be around me or else I’ll just end up crawling back to you.
I’m happy for you, I really am… But that doesn’t mean that I don’t wish that I could change your mind and make you want to be with me again. I can’t change your mind and the more I think about it, the more I wonder why I want to so damn bad.
—  Okay