Chance kept walking, rambling on about everything and nothing, his eyes always glimmering with that small, quiet joy like the world had never known darkness. He walked ahead, sometimes glancing back with a smile, still believing that the silence behind him was something sweet. Something safe. Not a warning. But the moment he turned around.. The Darkheart blade pierced straight through his chest. The sound of metal tearing into flesh echoed, sharp and cold. Blood erupted in violent spurts, like a dam bursting under pressure. His whole body froze not from the pain, but from disbelief. Chance’s eyes widened, completely unguarded. As if the last thing he could’ve possibly imagined… was death delivered by the one he had always called his friend. Itrapped smiled. A cold, empty smile like someone who had finally cast off a burden he’d carried too long. At last, he had ended this farce. This lie called "friendship." He had hated Chance. For a long, long time. He was annoying. Loud. Foolish. Too kind. So kind it was revolting. He had never seen him as a friend. Not even once. He yanked the blade out without hesitation. No mercy. No second thought. Chance collapsed, knees hitting the ground. One hand clutched his chest while the other trembled helplessly. Blood gushed from his mouth, thick and warm, as if his body was desperately trying to rid itself of the life it no longer knew how to hold on to. Itrapped turned away. Walked off. Didn’t stop. Didn’t look back. “…Sorry.” One word. So thin. But it stopped him. "Itrapped… I… I’m sorry…" "?" Chance coughed harshly, the sound broken and wet. Blood trickled out faster now. But he still forced his voice through raw, trembling lips. Still tried to speak because the words he’d kept buried were tearing him apart. “I knew… you never thought of me as a friend… I knew… I always did…” Each word sounded like it split his chest open all over again. He smiled shaky and pitiful, blood smeared across his lips. "I just… pretended not to see it…" “Because you… made me happy… you really did…” “I knew none of it was real… But at least… you were there… when I had no one…” “I knew it was fake… I knew… But you stayed… and that part. That part was real…” “Shut up.” “Itrapped…” “I’m sorry… for making you put up with me… for so long…” He whispered the name with the last of his breath. So soft, the wind could carry it away. His vision dimmed. Itrapped’s face blurred before him smearing into shadows, like morning fog dissolving in the sun. “…” Itrapped glanced back. Just once. A hollow, indifferent glance. Not long enough to notice Chance’s lips move, trying to say something more. Not long enough to see the final tear roll down his cheek. He turned away and left behind a boy lying motionless in a pool of blood. No rescue. No pause. No regret. Just a fading figure walking away, swallowed by distance. ---- The original fic was written in Vietnamese, and the author is still me ✌ (I’ll put it in the comments or link the post where I uploaded it on Facebook) Enjoy this doomed yaoi, hehe~ love you all! 😋 ------- Wait hey! Check the comments to see more of both POVs <33 ------- #Zinkah_Ru #ichance #itrappedforsaken #chanceforsaken #itrapped #Chance #forsaken #forsakenroblox #Roblox - @zinkah_aka_haru