ebb and flow.

When Natsu opened his eyes, there was blood. There was this horrible stench of copper that wouldn't seem to go away. There was her smell- unique only to her. He could recognize it anytime, after all, he considered her the most precious to him. But his eyes met with her lifeless ones, and as he caressed her cheeks, he felt no warmth- and that wasn't how it was supposed to be. She was warm, warm, always warm. Her cheeks were drenched in something, and only when his gaze had landed upon his own hands, he realized that it was stained with blood- her blood.

🔊 𝓮𝓫𝓫 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀
𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚋𝚋
- a recurrent or rhythmical pattern of coming and going or decline and regrowth.