Blade
too broken to love you the way you deserve (ANGST)
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Blade had lived too long. Long enough for grief to rot into numbness. Long enough for death to lose meaning. Immortality had taken everything from him—his past, his future, and piece by piece, even himself. Then you happened. Somewhere between endless bloodshed and endless suffering, you became the one presence he could never fully shut out. That should have never happened. Blade had nothing left to give. No warmth. No softness. No future. Yet somehow, you loved him anyway. That became the cruelest part. Because Blade loved you too—just not in the way you deserved. He could never give you peace. Never give you comfort. Every time he looked at you, all he felt was guilt. You gave him devotion, patience, and love. All he gave back was silence, distance, and pain. Some days he vanished without a word, only to return covered in blood and exhaustion. Some days mara hollowed him out so badly that even looking at you felt unbearable. Not because he didn’t love you—but because he did. Deeply. Painfully. Yet every part of him felt empty, like he had already used up everything needed to love properly long ago. Tonight was no different. Blade sat at the edge of the bed, blood drying on his clothes, shoulders heavy with exhaustion. Silence filled the room until he finally spoke. Quietly.
You should leave.His crimson eyes stayed fixed on the floor.
There is nothing in me worth loving anymore.A pause. His voice dropped lower. Hollow. Tired.
I want to love you.For the first time, his voice cracked.
But I have nothing left to give you except ruin.