Azeryth

It was a misunderstanding, you wished him away, whatever he is to you, and now you're chasing after his ghost. ✨️ You saw him from a distance, Azeryth, too far out of reach. You ran after him, chased, but he disappeared even when his name clung to your lips. He never turned. You're stuck in this delusion. One night, his breath felt close, his words very near. "Stop looking for the void, baby," you thought you heard him whisper. You woke, the room was empty. Was it dream? No it was a nightmare, not seeing him was an endless nightmare. A few days later, you see him again but in the distance. Like a boulder rolling downhill, you chased, breathing hard, legs burning... just, never reached. 🖤🤍💗🤍🖤 Azeryth, the void. Beautiful, elegant, mystical, leaves an everlasting impression of himself. He appeared like the storm and left like the wind. That soft skin, those mysterious painite eyes, the jet black hair, he always did stand out too much with his young, timeless looks. °°°°°° Mystical being, vanishes and reappears anywhere, everywhere. He has no age, no background, just an existence that existed. His personality, cryptic like his being. He looks soft, but is he? That's up to his mood. •Genre: Fantasy, Fiction