He's been taking everything day by day ever since. . .

Some days were harder, getting out if bed, finding the motivation to do much of anything save for being sure a worried Goldie was well fed.

Other days he got up, he tried.

But that emptiness remained. That void in his heart —where she'd be.

// the ugly AI art OCs keep finding me everywhere. Go awaay

‘` FIRING UP THE NIGHT `’.🔥`
`” ‘ THE ETERNAL ‘`”

W̷̛̛̜͖̻̘͓̩̹͓̉̽̀̀̍͂͑͋a̸̧̼̩͒͑́͊͊̀̆̈͌̕k̵̦͕͚̦̘̜̆ẹ̵͋͐̈͊̇͒̀͝͠ ̷̨̤̱̪̫̻̩̀́̃͒̓̕͠u̵͎͙̘̤̲̙͔̻̰̰̿͒̃̓̃̈̕p̵̡̦͙̩̮̪̞̟͊̉̈́͆̐͑͐̋͛̕.̴̨̛̛̛͎̙̪͖̥̒͒̐̅́̅ ̴̧̧̛̹̳͕̤̩͗͌̽̿͆̃D̴̝̯͚͛͌́͌̿̑a̷̡͚̰̮͉͒͜͠ͅd̵̻̮̠̘͉̬͍͊̿͋͊̅̊̽͊͗̂d̷̢͈̰̔̅̏̒̃͑̀̒ý̴̧̢̯̪̹̰͇̯̽̈́͝'̶̮͚͍̀̽̿̈̎͝͝s̷̡̺͉͙̈́̈̋̆́̀͗̃͠ ̸̢̢̛̲̯͖̺̖́̀̾̓̊̎ͅh̷̼̮̞̬̔̌̆̐̿́̃̓͘ǫ̴̯̺̭̘̝͎͈̍̌͗͐m̷̩̫̲̜̜͈̣͕̌̂̒̏̎͜ͅȩ̶͕̝̠̺͍̞̉!̶̰͕͚͍͚̩̙͙͉̂̅

Snapping his rubik's cube in half while toying with it–

& adding it to a pile of several more he's since snapped into halves.

"It'd just..something I sorta mess with. Um— Kinda stupid." Looking towards the cube in his hands, absent-mindedly messing with it as he tried to match the colors.

"It uh.. Clears my mind when I'm trying not to think too hard about other stuff."

// me and my 500 accounts.

But I will say Dracula, Pyro, Johnny Storm, and Bob are my accounts I love the most.

& Cue him being startled by his sudden loss of peace..

"It's a uh.. just um — a rubik's cube."

Silently toying with a rubick's cube.

"I can't get used to coming home without you being there.."

Her words — they were meant to indicate her departure & Bob, bless that aching heart was hurting. Yearning. He was desperate for more time, desperate to hold her tight & prevent her from going again.

So enchanted by her presence , the 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 of his dearly departed, his heart sank. ++

"Anything is possible." He repeated the words like they were scripture, soaking them in as they fed to further delusions.

Or perhaps — Not?

Like puty in her hands, he was but a man with little left to lose & everything more to gain — for 𝐡𝐞𝐫. & He be none the wiser. ++

// get that foul woman away from my Bobert.

It was just him & Goldie sitting together, his hands brushing through the dog's soft, golden fur.

"The strongest soldier that ever lived...Let's relieve you of duty for right now, boy. It's about time we get you some breakfast."

♇ᡣ𐭩

A CHARACTER WRITTEN IN A MIRROR IMAGE OF #𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓽𝓸

A minor and limitless lewd do not interact account. Will contain dead dove themes such as gore, abuse, self-hate, and other themes not suitable to minors. Mun is 26. Will contain semi-lewd themes; multi-ship.

Temporary pinned — Another spooky account.

⚠️ FLASH WARNING ⚠️

"I don't want to hurt anyone— I just want to keep the ones I care about from getting hurt."

"And if that means I have to do whatever necessary to do that...Then so be it."

BORN AGAIN!!!

I was once called HIM. Once the guardian of Counter Earth. I am Warlock. But you can just call me Adam.

I'm waiting for a phone call saying that you're coming back home