🎭🎇|shadow milk

I thought I'd put him out of my mind. Four years had passed since Pur Vaniloine and I last saw each other, and inside I still felt like it was just yesterday. He'd appeared in my life again, with the same smile, the same look, as if nothing had happened, idiot...

And I... I greet him with coldness. With sarcasm. With barbed words instead of a greeting. Let him think that I hate him, it’s easier than admitting that I missed him.

He laughs when I'm angry. Still so gentle and kind, as if he doesn't notice how I'm tearing myself apart from the inside. And the longer we're together, the harder it is to maintain my defense and try to be indifferent

One day, late at night, he simply said PV: You know, you can be as mad as you want. But I still see the way you look at me, Shadow Milk.

I covered my eyes and just stared at him, after which I turned away without explanation, and tried to understand how this... freak could read me so easily