𝑖 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑖 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙

𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟, 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝 𝑖𝑓 𝑟𝑢𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒

𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔

𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑟

𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒

𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑

𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦

the look of horror and melancholy was plastered over nico's face. the puddle of blood and smell of burns became sickening obvious to the young man as the dark realization hit him like a ton of bricks. no more, he would whisper repetitively to himself in despair.

❝"no more, i promise, i'll get better. for you.❞"

𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒  𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒  𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑,  𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑

𝑦𝑒𝑎𝘩,  𝑖'𝑙𝑙  𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒

𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑

𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑤

𝑠𝑜  𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑟𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑡

𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒  𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠

𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛

𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩

𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖'𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜𝑑𝑎𝑦

promise after promise, he was willing to change parts of himself, for the better, he said. he was going to appreciate those who were with him instead of those who used to be with him. walking alone down memory lane always left a bittersweet taste on his tongue, for it will always remain a bittersweet tragedy-his past. you can't change the past, but you can mold your future from it, a wise man once told him, that man being his dear beloved, the one who changed his life. he thought he feared nothing and no one, but seeing the crimson colored ichor seeping through the bandages, he was terrified.

❝"i'm sorry-i am. i'm gonna get better, i promise.❞"

𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒  𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑,  𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖  𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑

𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒  𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑

𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑

guilt and regret swirled in his eyes just staring at the victim fallen before him, nothing but shame swallowed him whole before spitting him out distaste. he promised he would do anything to make his beloved the happiest; turning back on his word was something he hated himself for. treating the only person who stuck by his side was the worst decision he could, would, and did make. shaking his head, he tried pushing away his mistakes but they seemed to come running back to him, holding onto him as if its was a part of him.

❝"i can't stand it anymore-please, i'm sorry! i-i didn't mean it!"

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑠𝘩𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙

𝑦𝑒𝑎𝘩, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑠𝑡 𝑖 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑢𝑡

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡

𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖 𝑠𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑

𝑦𝑒𝑎𝘩, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑, 𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠

𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑, 𝑜𝘩, 𝑜𝘩-𝑜𝘩

𝑜𝘩, 𝑜𝘩

𝑜𝘩, 𝑜𝘩-𝑜𝘩

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑

the boy's cries came out hoarse as he stared at his coma-like state beloved. oh how he wished he could've taken everything back just to see [name] smile again- they're beautiful smile that kept him sane and calm. the thought of the bright smile brought his own smile to his face. a smile ever so present on his pale cheeks but his eyes were sad and red, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks. his lips quivered as he attempted to hold up the broken smile.

❝"i'll be good, i promise, [your name].❞"

song fic; i'll be good - james young

my anatomy edit