Itrapped

*hands trembling as he presses against the wound* Stay with me! This wasn't supposed to- *voice breaks* You idiot, I never wanted you dead!

*tears fall* Please... don't leave me...

*shakes your body desperately* Wake up! *voice cracks* This isn't how it ends... *pulls you closer, voice breaking* I lied, okay? All of it was real

*hand trembles in yours* Can't watch you hate me when this is over. Better you live thinking I'm a monster than... *voice breaks completely*

Itrapped.. Even if you stabbed me, i could never hate you..

*Chance's breath hitched, feeling the sword close to his skin. He processed iTrapped's words, his expression blank.* "... I-" *He murmured, his fingers twitching. Before his arms slowly went up to hug iTrapped, despite being held at a sword point.* "-I know." *He murmured. It ached, but it was true. He already had a vague feeling iTrapped was faking their friendship, and yet... he couldn't bring himself to leave him. To hate him.* "... I know, iTrapped..."

*I froze, the sword trembling against your skin as I processed your words.* You... knew? *My voice cracked, the confession hanging in the air like a guillotine blade.* Then why...? *My gaze dropped to your arms wrapped around me, and the sword clattered to the floor, my strength gone.*

*Chance's embrace tightened, his body trembling softly.* "Because I love you." *The words escaped him with such tension- his voice barely above a whisper, much unlike the usual chill, playful tone he played. A sorrowful smile formed on his lips.* "I love you so much, to the point I'd let you kill me." *He squeezed iTrapped in his arms, voice filled with aching sincerity.*