If I died I know that only a few people would care
Not a lot, just a few, like 5 people would feel a difference without my existence
Well now that I think about it, it would be like 3
So yeah, sorry to those 3 people and family sorry for not holding longer sorry for giving up so easily, I think about it more than ever
It may happen any moment
It's so weird that I feel more alive when I do it when I hurt myself
Im sorry mom I feel like I still deserve it
Im sorry that I still think that is my fault
Im sorry that I let the past mistakes and wounds shape my future
Im sorry if I don't come back to my senses one day
I'm sorry if I never hug you back someday
Is not your fault is mine
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ace trappola x fem!reader smau
! warning(s) : aliven't mentions, "kys" used 2 times, angst hehe
? w/c : 853
the ramshackle ghosts letting him inside the dorm with wary gazes should've been the first red flag, ace notes.
the building is eerily silent until grim appears (equally as wary as the ghosts until he spots the sweets the ginger is carrying in his arms), lifting a paw to point towards the upper floor of the building. ace takes this as a "go" sign and slowly makes his way up the creaking staircase.
you have cleaned the building up well since you arrived in twisted wonderland (ace would know, he was here to help after all) but with the money crowley provides, you barely have enough for food, much less to fix up the building. then again, it’s not like you’re staying here permanently, you’re gonna leave the moment crowley finds a way home for you.
somehow, that thought hurts more than it should.
upon reaching the upper floor, the dorm wasn’t as quiet as before, and ace found himself regretting being here.
the closer to your rooms door he went, the louder the sobs and sniffles became, and now he’s seriously debating whether he should knock on your door or just pretend him telling you he’s coming over was all just an elaborate prank, but then he heard knocking and saw his very own hand pressed against the wooden door.
“shit- shit, ow- um, yeah?”
“.. it’s ace. may i come in?”
the sound of rushed steps and things bumping against each other was heard and the door flew open, bringing with it a sudden breeze that sent his bangs flying. curse autumn weather.
“uh, yeah, sure. why are you here though?”
“i.. told you i was coming..?” he says quizzically as he makes his way into the room, taking a quick look around. there’s several items in disarray, but what stuck out to him most was the wallet on the floor. not the one the guys personally made you for christmas since you said your previous one got lost, this one was unfamiliar to ace, “what’s that?”
“oh, uh.. you know how i said my wallet got lost somewhere when i, uh, appeared here? yeah, that’s the one. someone in diasomnia found it and handed it over to lilia, apparently.”
“is that what’s got you so down, then?” why bring up your relationship with your mother over a found wallet? he came here because of your tweet in the first place, but he doesn’t really see how these 2 things are connected. he grabs the faux leather wallet off the floor before sitting on your carpet next to it, only for a polaroid picture to come slowly fluttering out.
oh.
“not the wallet, no. the picture is.”
yeah, he can see how a picture of your mother would remind you of her.
he checks if it’s okay with you, then he lifts the picture for a closer inspection. there’s what he can make out as an older lady who looks like you, and a man hugging her waist. he finds it nice you keep a picture of your parents so close to you.
“i was on that picture too.”
“sorry?”
he looks up at you, startled, then back down at the picture in his hands. now that he looks closer, there’s a slight blur bubble in the center of the photo.
“it was taken on my 10th birthday. there was a cake and my fathers hand was on my shoulder. now there’s no cake, and certainly no me either,” you start fiddling with your fingers (a nervous habit, ace notes) and he waits for you to continue, “i didn’t really think dying in my world and being transported here would delete all memories of me. i didn’t even know that was possible, but now i have proof.”
“wait, pause, dying? you’re dead? like, dead dead?”
“i should be, yes. i was just hoping my parents would remember me, at least.”
“.. but crowley is looking for a way back for you, isn’t he?”
“no. i told him to stop when i remembered how i got here. told ‘im it was useless and that i would just be 2 meters under anyway– if i would even be there, that is.”
“do the others know about this..?”
you shake your head with a melancholy smile and ace regrets even bringing up the topic at all. perhaps he should’ve just given you the sweets and left. or he shouldn’t have come here at all, left deuce or jack to be the first ones to know.
but then the devil on his shoulder whispers in his ear and he realizes at least he’s closer to you now, which means he’s also one step closer to making his plan work.
“that’s okay. it can be our secret for now– and crowleys. if you ever want to talk about any of this, or just your feelings or whatever, feel free to hit me up. i’m always only one call away, you know.”
“.. why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? don’t you, like, hate me or something?”
“hate you? i could never hate you,” liar.
## ❝ after the events of the phantom bride wedding, ace started wondering whether he still had the ability to charm girls. he hasn’t thought about anyone romantically in years, hasn’t really flirted with anyone either, what if he’s gone out of it? perhaps it’s time to put his talents to the test; with the person who hates him most, no less. if he can charm her, he can charm anyone.
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