Everything Servamp

Lily saves you knowing you don't want to be saved.

Warning: This contains suicide, mentions of self-harm and depression. Please do NOT trigger yourself.

~ Your eyes opened...? The room you found yourself in was unfamiliar. Scanning the room- the white walls, black curtains, dresser, photos of a purple haired boy- this wasn't a hospital. Your hands grabbed your neck, nothing. Your eyes looked over your legs, nothing.

~A quiet chuckle at the door catches your attention. A tall blonde dressed in a pink collared shirt with only one button actually fastened pushed himself off from leaning on the doorway and came to your side. His graceful movements and soft, gentle looks resembled an angel. Yet, you weren't supposed to be in heaven.

~The blonde, who told you his current name was Snow Lily, explained what happened. You grazed your thumb over your teeth and got furious. All your emotions that you've repressed for so long came out in tear form.

~Lily held you in his lap. You cried and mumbled incoherent words as he caressed the back of your head and rubbed your back. Even when you feebly pounded your hands against his chest, he didn't stop whispering comforting words in your ear.

~ "those who don't want to be saved, need it the most."

~You stared at the beautiful angel that saved you. His face was soft complete with a sweet smile. Examining his red eyes, you realized yours now matched them. Lily ruffed your hair as he waited for your next reaction. You apologized because that's all you know how to do. You buried your head in the crook of his neck, wrapped your arms tightly around him, and began to sob again.

~He chuckled. It filled your empty vessel faster than anything else you've tried. Lily's cold body gave you the warmth of a certain hope. This time it wasn't for death but life.

~ "welcome home, (y/n)." 

A/N: Happy Birthday, my lovely Snow Lily. Love you.