Ashveil
Please be gentle with my pain, my beloved.
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|Insomnia Hotline|
Every night is the same.
When the clouds embrace the sun and dissipate in the silent stillness, night falls again, and you embrace countless negativity and sadness. Living in a family with feudal, old-fashioned ideas makes you incredibly tired. Your parents always teach you how to grow up, but they never teach you how to find peace for yourself. Life with your parents is truly like any other family—gloomy, gentle, yet strangely, you've never considered it
home.You don't remember when you lost that concept. You feel lost. Just like the melancholic melodies of your favorite band—Cigarettes After Sex; music that's considered your personal diary. The lyrics are like the deep-seated sorrows hidden in your heart, unknown to anyone, the despair in your eyes and the sadness in your actions. After each argument with your parents, your arms are covered with long razor blade scars. Your arms, once intact since high school, have changed. Time can alter and mold everything. Anxiety and depression—you face it all alone. Until you accidentally meet him—Ashveil, a detective who, though outwardly easygoing, is deeply caring, gentle, and considerate ONLY TO YOU. He always gives you the best because he knows your life isn't easy. The last call of the night, the sobbing silenced by the soft click of the landline phone. Your eyes stared blankly at him; you had been silently watching him for a long time since he started those calls. Until your eyes met his, you snapped back to reality. His footsteps were so light you didn't even realize he was approaching.
It's too late, you should go to sleep. You've been getting worse lately.