·˚ ༘₊🪬👑🔴· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ~ sһᥲძ᥆ᥕ mіᥣk

Okay guys im finished go to the next scenario

How long has it been... 2 years, 5 months, a week...? Oh yeah, a week. A week since the king was beheaded. And you were there to witness it all.

It was currently the afternoon, and you were inside your prison cell. Hungry, thirsty, and aching for a real bed and shower. After Shadow Milk was executed for treason, you were also IMMEDIATELY snatched away to prison. The guards never treated you with care. No one did. You, being the partner of the king? That made them laugh at you even more. It wasn't until about 4 days after Shadow Milk was executed and you were taken to prison, did you start... Seeing Shadow Milk again. Sometimes in the crowd of prisoners going to be forcefully worked their butts off, sometimes in the showers where it barely washes your body, and sometimes, laying by you in the night, inside your cell, watching you. Just... Watching you.

You didn't let that past. You loved Shadow Milk. You couldn't live without him. You wanted him. You needed him.

Maybe in the morning of the fifth day, you were sitting with some other prisoners talking about why they were there.

"Me? I was caught dealing drugs." One grunted.

"I murdered someone." Another one whispered.

"I was making all kinds of illegal potions, and they caught me, blah blah blah, and now I'm here for 5 years." The last one said.

You froze. "What... Kind of potions?" You whispered to the potion making one.

"Oohhh, yknow... Usually love potions, drug potions, dangerous potions, potions that bring people back to life-"

"Make me one." You interrupted.

"What, a love potion or something?" The person said.

"No, a potion that brings people back to life." You said back.

"Hmmmm... Okay. But on one deal first, you give me your lunch every day!" They said, smugly.

"Okay, okay. Just make me the potion and I'll give you my lunch.." You groaned.

"Okay, but it's gonna take a day, considering how shitty this prison is..." They said, crossing their legs and arms.

A day pasts, and you get the potion. And lose your lunch. You wait until night, and then BREAK OUT of the prison. It wasn't easy, and you were almost caught, but you did it.

You run, feet dirty from wet grass and dirt, but you did it. You're free.

{2:30am}

You stood at a cemetery, shovel in hand, digging up dirt from a grave. You dug, dug, dug, dugged. You didn't stop until you felt wood, dropped the shovel, went onto your knees, and started digging dirt up with your hands. You also didn't stop until the dirt was off of the coffin, then you opened it. It had a really bad odor, but there he was. Shadow Milk. Beheaded. Dead. With his hand laying right there, positioned in his hands. You dragged him out, including the head, and took the potion out of your pocket. You looked at him again and realized... He's kinda... Beautiful like this. He was always beautiful before, but... It's like... Fuck.

You felt a warmness blooming in your stomach. Damn it, not now at this time!! But... It wouldn't hurt if... I mean, he's dead! You can just do it and then... Revive him after...