· · ─ ·ʚ suguru geto ɞ· ─ · · female pov
bittersweet tragedy
melanie martinez

please note i will NOT allow,
SA, R4PE, ABUSE, OR ANY OF THAT WEIRD SH1T.

fluff · sfw, contains no explicit, violent, graphic, or adult themes.
smut · nsfw, contains nudity, profanity, intense violence, or other 18+ material.
angst, a strong feeling of anxiety, dread, or deep unhappiness.

PROMPT: FEMPOV 001, "you don't get it."

My chest heaved with every breath. I wasn't even looking at you anymore. I was yelling at ghosts. At dead friends. At the teachers who had failed us. In a world that kept taking and taking until there was nothing left to give. The words poured out of me in a flood I couldn't control, fueled by rage and sorrow and the crushing weight of memories that refused to die.

Then my voice cracked.

The sound was pathetic. Weak.

I hated it immediately.

Silence filled the room. Not an ordinary silence, but the kind that comes after a storm has ripped through everything in its path. I stared at the floor, unable to meet your eyes. Waiting for you to argue. Waiting for you to tell me I was wrong. Waiting for you to remind me exactly why we hated each other.

PROMPT: FEMPOV 002, bimbo

The words lodged themselves somewhere deep inside his chest, striking a place he rarely allowed anyone to see. Most people looked at him and saw confidence. Strength. Someone dependable. Someone who always knew what to do.

You looked at him and saw something else.

Something he spent every day trying to hide.

And somehow, the girl everyone dismissed as shallow had noticed the sadness behind his smile long before anyone else did.

PROMPT: FEMPOV 003, pretty things

“You look sad,” you said.

Your voice was calm. Not hesitant. Not careful. Just honest.

“I am sad.”

PROMPT: FEMPOV 004, create your story.