When there’s a third time, a fourth time, and a fifth time. The second time, she assumes you’re hangry. The first time, she assumes you’re sleepy. How was your day? she’ll ask with a radiant grin. When he blushes as you poke his nose, and all you do is faintly smile. Your subtle gestures-tapping his shoulder, squeezing his bicep, ruffling his hair-used to feel intimate. Hardly registers the pressure of your mouth grazing his cheek before you grab his hand, mumbling about lunch. Tanjirou barely feels the comforting warmth of your lips against his forehead before you’re wiggling away. When you distance yourself from him to allow someone, something, else to fill your spot.
When you slowly but surely seem to relinquish your position of significance. But he dreads the creeping implication of your behavior. So to neglect his only other consistent-you, being the first-companion? He isn’t offended. … you forget to inquire about Kaburamura. When he discovers his invincibility has a fatal weakness. Adores how your giggling makes him feel invincible. Adores how you dote over even his slightest injuries. Adores how you cheer enthusiastically as he trains. Not consciously determined to awe or dazzle you. When he realizes you don’t care about him. When he realizes you don’t care about winning or losing. Until he tries-in his typical, roundabout manner-to apologize, and you shrug him off airily. But he immediately assumes you’re simply tired of losing to him. He’s dimly aware of your fading interest. … you stop challenging Inosuke to rematches. When he starts feeling inadequate under your scrutiny. You’re still polite toward his self perceived shortcomings, but you aren’t safe anymore. … you’re genuinely impatient with Zenitsu. They know you’re falling out of love when… Originally posted by contac falling out of love pt 2 you put everything you had left behind a door made of sulphur and steel, but this boy, who saw more than the monster they created, who would fight the sun if you’d let him, opened your heart by knocking instead of forcing the lock.Author’s Note: for ppl who enjoy breaking their own hearts. Step 7. you told yourself that love was a lie because there was no other way to survive your demons.
FALLING HEARTS TUMBLR HOW TO
They re-learn how to be hands instead of just another weapon to wield against life. now your hands try to learn how to hold and to stroke, how to soothe burns and bruises. every bruise on his body is another reason to walk away but you passed the point where you could leave long ago. he vanishes into the night and with him he takes your ability to breathe, leaving a gap in the universe, a vacuum sucking the air from your lungs and for the first time in forever you feel fear. the first time you see him without medication twisting your brain you think ‘this could be a problem.’ you try to ignore that it already is, that is has been for a while now. you hold violence the same way others hold hands.
what else could he want? your fingers were only made to hurt and tear and bruise. you promise protection because it is all you can offer. theres something different about the way that he moves, like the earth is a chessboard and every step is a potential loss, another way to be taken from the game. you don’t quite remember how it feels to feel but theres an echo in your chest that you think might be curiosity.
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