Fortismortem Stories

I am the body she remembers, not the man she needs.

Would you ever love someone like me, if I looked like a mystery you're not meant to solve, holding shadows, danger, and eyes that have seen too much?

I buried what I once desired beneath silence and ruin, but when she returned, I realized even the dead can still choose to love again. This time, without fear.

I stopped believing in second chances the moment I lost her, yet here she stands again and I swear I will not let confusion steal us twice.

I chased everything and gained nothing, leaving only emptiness behind but when she came back, I knew I'd rewrite every mistake just to keep her.

I had nothing left to fight for, no dreams, no desires until she returned, and suddenly, doing things right became the only thing that mattered.

I stood unmoving while the world learned patience.

I lost myself to the night, forgetting what it meant to want anything at all until she found me in the dark and taught my heart how to feel again.

All I could ever give you is my loyalty.

I never imagined my childhood would one day be read across towns and villages in Japan, my journals transformed into a game. And yet, through it all, I remain quietly proud. I survived the horrors.

I bloomed knowing beauty could still protect itself.

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Though I love red... vivid and alive. My hair tells a different story. It's short, uneven, cut again and again, like the pieces of me that have been broken too many times.

I existed between outlines, unfinished yet alive.

The Silver King of Pure Light, whose voice carries calm authority and unbroken vow.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

I feel everything more than I admit.