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catgojo · 4 months

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Oh my

sukuna x gn! reader

cw : angst with comfort

i am currently so obsessed with jjk you have no idea.

— reunited again

: sukuna could not love, he thought he couldn’t but you proved him wrong.

sukuna didn’t believe he was capable of love. he was the king of curses, a being made and fuelled by hatred.

he was always seen with a scowl, a smirk perhaps on a good day, or when he’s fighting a particular interesting opponent. other than that, days were mundane for him.

of course, that all changed when you entered his life. a young one with a cursed technique that allowed you to fight on par with him.

you were interesting and sukuna was interested in you.

during the times the you and sukuna weren’t fighting each other, you fought others instead. the heian era dominated by both of you. if anyone back then were to hear either of your names, they were either angry or scared.

some days, you would drag sukuna out to a village, wanting to explore the place. people bowed their heads as you passed, sukuna always ahead of you.

“hey sukuna, try this dango!” you waved the treat in front of him, grinning brightly. the king of curses gave you a bored look before he eventually snatched it out of your hands. you watched in anticipation as he ate one of the balls, wanting to get his opinion on it. if he hated you, you would just kill the store owner.

after a moment of thought, sukuna passed the stick back to you.

“it tastes disgusting,” he spits. you pouted and disintegrated the rest of it. you turned away from the store, too disappointed to kill the owner.

“man, you don’t like anything do you?” you mumbled, kicking a stone away like a child. sukuna almost grins at the sight.

your statement wasn’t true. he liked fighting, he liked the fear in people’s eyes when they saw him, he liked humbling the jujutsu sorcerers who wanted to kill him. he eyes flicked to your figure, walking just a step behind him as you mumbled something incoherent.

he liked you too.

the fact was confirmed when he found himself running to catch your body as you fell with a sword through your abdomen. he watched as blood poured from your mouth.

time felt disoriented as sukuna saw the life in your eyes begin to fade away. he couldn’t do anything to stop it, couldn’t do anything as your body went slowly went limp, couldn’t do anything when you told him three words that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

you died without sukuna telling you how much you meant for him. you died with his heart in your hands. you died unknowing that you taught sukuna how to love.

sukuna finally believed he was capable of love, and at the same time, he’d also become capable of tears.

when sukuna awakened in itadori yuuji’s body, he was met with a familiar sight.

you were as beautiful as the day he lost you, if not even more so.

you stood in front of a younger black-haired male, glaring at him with those eyes he loved so much. “megumi, retreat first.” the male obeyed, running in the opposite direction.

you were afraid that sukuna would follow him and you were ready to put your life on the line to protect the first year at all costs. in your clenched fists, cursed energy was pulsing, ready to activate and take sukuna on if needed.

sukuna and you stared at each other, neither of your moving. your heart was pounding against your rib cage. fear or adrenaline, you didn’t know. what you do know was that you needed to stay alive until gojo arrived.

the king of curses took a step towards you, you took three steps back.

“you do not remember me,” sukuna said, his voice much softer than you expected.

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “you’re ryomen sukuna, king of curses,” you state.

sukuna shakes his head. “so this is how the gods wanted it to be.” he couldn’t help but let out a deep laugh. his voice reverberated through the air and you felt uncomfortable. sukuna took another step towards you, then another and another.

you backed away slowly, cautiously. one wrong move and you’d be dead.

“very well then, i’ll help you to recall.” in a blink of an eye, sukuna was in front of you, pressing his middle and ring finger to your temple. then, you saw it.

memories of you in your past life with sukuna played before your eyes. it was like watching a movie, except you were the main character in each and every scene. everything rushed back you and when you came back to your senses, you realised you were in sukuna’s arm.

the king of curses would have never allowed anyone to touch him. they would be killed in an instant. but as you laid in his warmth, you realised you weren’t just anyone.

“missed me?” sukuna smirked.

you blinked back tears you didn’t even know you were holding in. sukuna’s hand wrapped around yours while you processed what you’ve just witnessed.

after so many years, the two of you were finally reunited, albeit under different circumstances. but nonetheless reunited.

and this time sukuna thought to himself i won’t let you go so easily again.

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catgojo · 4 months

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“YOU ARE MY SPECIAL “

#jjk #choso kamo #gege stop this madness #king gnu #you are my special #Spotify

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catgojo · 5 months

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Oh my

Guilty Eyes

01. Oppressive Anger

Guilty! Gojo Satoru x Male Reader

Fandom -> Jujutsu Kaisen

Masterlist || Next || Based Prototype

Sometimes, when the days are dragging and the nights too short for blissful sleep, sometimes Gojo wished for your anger.

Wished for you to scream at him, accusing him of all the things he had done—the lies he had told and the sins he committed—and throwing the most hurtful words and insults at him, you—with all your neutral and rational mind—could muster to say, then your tongue was coated with kindness and compassion—and saying such harsh hurtful regrettable words, to a friend you oh so adored, was as if your tongue had being chopped off.

He gladly, with great relief, takes your anger over your current state of mental being. Because if your angry at him, Gojo knows you're still here—being human.

Lazying around on the couch, Gojo stretched his arms up—pretending to reach the ceiling—looking at his hands, which are ragged with scars—tiny and pale skinned they are, barley noticeably—and at one particular scar his gaze lingered longer.

A scar which goes aslant from thumb to his pinky finger across the inside of his palm. It had been deep, healed ragged and bumpy and leaving a line of visible white.

Reminder to what he wished to receive from you again. Furious anger, like in the night he had—so causal as if it had been of unimportance—told you, that it was him who had killed Geto Suguru—your Husband—and would do it again if needed.

Oh, how Gojo reminiscent in such a memory;

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When Gojo had asked you, via sms, to meet him in the Jujutsu Faculty—sounding urgently about whatever matter he wanted to tell you—you had hoped, perhaps foolish, that he and Geto had made up—being friends again.

Honestly you didn't wanted to come, would have preferred to have this talk tomorrow or in the afternoon instead in the dead of night.

You're exhausted, utterly tired. Eventful weeks it had been, you're daughters—you loved Nanako and Mimiko to death—had been pulling at your nerves all day long, with a whole field trip of shopping spree and then the repeating upcoming house chores, it left you feeling drained.

Plus the adding worry for Geto, who hadn't come home in two nights.

»Sato, I'm exhausted, so I hope whatever you wanna tell me, is something of importance and not some silliness.« you pinched out a sigh, rubbing your eyes.

»I killed Geto Suguru.«

Gojo had said it without batting a eyelash. No sugarcoating it, bluntly straightforward with nonchalantly.

»What?«

»I killed Geto Suguru.«

You frowned at him, breath hitching up in your chest. A silence emitted in between you two. Your brain, mind—however such a complex organ, was it even an organ though? You should ask leiri about it, is working—was fizzing with incomprehension lack of understanding.

Trying to defuse what Gojo had said. The meaning of doubleness behind it—decoding a code which probably doesn't exist.

That's, that's a nasty—cruel—joke to say, even for Gojo himself. Aren't they friends? Sure, not right now as both boys are having a small fallout, a break of each other, but still—they are friends.

Gojo takes a few steps towards you, standing almost before you. Towering over you, like a looming shadow. You half expected a grin from him, the taunting arrogant one, but Gojo lips are sealed shut into a line.

Gojo took your right-hand, holding it up and inspecting your ring-finger—the wedding ring weighing heavily now—promise of everlasting—a dim shimmer now in your eyes as if the flourishing light in the metal had burned out like a extinguished flame.

»I have killed Geto Suguru.« Gojo repeated it again, slower—dragging the words out, as if you're too slow to understand otherwise.

In a split second of silence, when it had begun to settle again—leaving everything too loud in your own ears, a thunderous blood rush to hear with a way too loud beating heart and breathing—a smack echoed through the room.

Gojo stumbled back in surprise, his sunglasses flying off from the impact of your hand and landing on the ground.

In astonishment, Gojo holds his cheek, which started to sting now and a slight throb to it. Never had he believed you would slap him.

He had expected a punch from you—you could hit hard and lightning quick, considering your curse ability, breaking someone's nose and bones with ease—but a slap? No way, that was out of character.

Blue eyes—so bright like the morning sky, a form of heaven and sea in its own—gazed, more like starred, into (Eye-Colour) eyes—which had a dust of slight gold in it, reminding one of the stars or actually, more of the jerking lightning's.

»Don't make such cruel jokes ever again, Satoru.«

»Here, I send you proof.« Gojo got his phone out, typing quickly on it and pocket it back. Watching how you take your own phone out and opening the attachment he had send to you.

It would have been like a dramatic episode of some Television, if the situation had been another—with a more humorous take—how your phone slides from your shaking hand and below onto the ground.

If the situation, its circumstances, had been different—Gojo would've chuckled, applauding himself and Geto proudly for tricking you so majestically perfectly—but it wasn't.

Your breath hitched again, clogging your lungs. It felt hard to breathe for mere moments. All oxygen leaving your body—causing a colour drain from your skin, leaving it ashen and sickly pale.

Then, like a wild animal—no, more like a madman full of hysterical bloodlust and surreal reality lost—you lunged at Gojo. Gripping his collar and tumbling to the ground with him.

You straddled his hips and Gojo—who had dreamed of such lustful scenario with you, having developed a longing of love—a crush per say—to you, let it remained hidden though—behind a friendship he valued more and knowing too well how strongly Geto's affection had been to you—would've snarky teased you

You slapped both sides of his cheeks, terror filled shrill screams of frustration and anger leaving your throat.

»HOW COULD YOU?! WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?!«

»Satoru, Why did you kill Suguru? Tell me, Satoru.«

»I had to. It's for greater good, for a cause of the better. I had to, to keep you safe.«

Gojo looked up into your eyes—dulled they are now, having lost its sparks and colours.

Those blue eyes, which once you have adored, are too bright now—bringing a discomfort out in you—itching you to scratch them out. Such blueness, who resembles heaven and sea—a reflection of refuge and safety when looking in them, could get someone lost for hours in their beauty—should be not allowed to see the world anymore.

You got off from Gojo, legs shaky and wobbly, walking towards the door, ready to leave this damned school—which only causes harm—for final and good.

»We're not friends anymore. If you dare to get near my daughters or me, I will kill you Gojo.«

Two years later—like a deja-vu it felt, though it wasn't Gojo himself who had told you these news, but he was there and for once he was aware of it—Gojo stood in front of you again.

Gojo had hold to his, himself giving, promise—after witnessing your thundering breakdown, your weeping causing a havoc throughout the coast and seas, during Geto's funeral—not to bother you anymore directly. Indirectly he still keeps discreetly watch over you.

Though this situation, a new circumstance, was a complete different chapter as the one before for the both of you—and yet it felt just like last time, a repeat.

Blinding rages fills your body, like a hot steam of tea and makes the sweat run down your skin.

Your faces scrunched up into a frown—lips jutting out and shaking, nose flaring up whenever another exhale of breath you took—and for once Gojo thought, just how ugly you're looking at this moment.

It's you, you you you you you you, your fault. No.

How, how can he dare to be in your presence again? You warned him and yet he is here.

Why was Gojo next to you, when the doctors—not the doctors but the pathologist—had told you that your daughters—your precious girls—are nothing but a exploding bloody mess of deranged limps and spilled organs.

He had no fucking right to be here, next to you and gazing at your mourning and sorrow.

Once the doctor had left, leaving you two alone in the lonesome of hallway, Gojo turned to you—an apologetic expression, filled with a hint of mournful, on his lips.

You wanted to suckerpuch him, pummel him into the ground. You didn't though, opted to just walked away.

It's me, me me me me me me me me, my fault.

You just wandered through the hallways, no real destination in mind. Just a mindless little walk. Unnoticeable, seems as you have forgotten, you didn't sense Gojo behind you as he followed you.

Your feet leading you into an operation room. The sterile tools for cutting up a Humans body, glistening in the dimly lit room so magnificent—that you felt drawn to them.

Taking the scalpel into your hand, moving the handle in your fingers, you take a look at its clean metal and sharp edge—so sharp indeed that it could easily..........yes.

Mind completely blank, knowing no more what's right or wrong—moral compass finally broken—and having no dignity and responsibility and neither respect to your own life and body left—you did what you never thought you would have been able to do.

In a swift clean motion you sliced your left wrist, pain seemed not to flare up at all—just a slight tingle—and then, with a eagerness as if it's the only thing to do with such passion, you stabbed the scalpel again and again into your chest—piercing your lungs and heart—and abdomen, wanting to quill your organs out like porridge.

When Gojo had come minutes later into the room you had disappeared in, he sucked in a breath and stood in stunned in stupor for seconds there.

Red and white. Red and white. Red and White. Red. Blood Red.

The essence of life, besides air and to a degree water, itself dripped from your body, your veins—like a leaking pipe—onto the white tiles below. Creating a puddle to sit in.

Gojo rushed to you, slipping on your blood and the polished tiles, hitting hard the ground and feeling the warmth of your blood on his hands and face.

He crawled on hands hand knees to you, kneeling before you now and gripping the scalpel. Gojo didn't care in this moment that he had took the sharp side in his hand, slicing open his palm and letting his own blood mingle with yours.

»My fault, my fault fault fault fault fault. It's all my fault–«

With shaky breath you repeated those words, trying to stab yourself more and more, but couldn't—someone's stopping you.

Gojo ripped the scalpel from your grip, deepen his own fresh wound even more and brought you in his arms. One hand holding your spilled organs back and the other supporting your head against his neck.

~~~

leiri had to put you into a two months coma and when you woke up, not even fulled healed, not only did you attack everyone around you who remotely comes near you—but you also had tried another suicidal attempt and this you almost managed to succession.

Somehow you got your hands on one of the stored away curses in the research faculty of the Special Sorcerers Hospital and well, to make things short—it had caused more brain damage than suspected at first.

~~~

Gojo blinked, eyes filling dry now after looking too long against the harsh light on the ceiling. He turned his head to the side, spotting you in the doorframe—looking frowning and disappointed at him.

»Can't sleep?«

»I hate you Satoru. I absolutely hate you, I hope you suffer death and burn in hell.«

Gojo only hummed, nodding and watching how you turned around—starting to walk few steps away and back to the bedroom, before coming back again.

You walked closer to him this time, face void of emotions and blanking staring at Gojo.

»Who are you?«

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@islesantuary

#gojo satoru #jjk

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catgojo · 7 months

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Thid is so good

Hello there! It's the anon who made the Gojo x affectionate reader request, I have to say I absolutely love your writing, it's so adorable and wholesome!

Anyways, I wanted to make a similar request like the one I previously asked for, but with a different scenario- kinda.

So my prompt is that Reader is like Mitsuri(not female tho, but if you're ok with it maybe make them a bit effeminate? Like the soft boy aesthetic!), they are a 1st grader but have enough strength to beat even the strongest adult in Jujutsu High to the ground like a ragdoll, they're very sweet and affectionate and just precious in general. They are best friends with Gojo and Geto and were sent to deliver the Star Plasma Vessel with the boys since their strength and durability can put them in the same level as a Special Grade student.

Now here is where this whole scenario actually takes place; Reader somehow managed to enter the domain(?) that Suguru and Toji were fighting on, unfortunately they only manage to get to where they are after Toji had already defeated Geto and after seeing their best friend now bloodied and unconscious on the ground, Reader gets very pissed off and make it their personal goal to give Toji some righteous ass whooping for what he did to their friends and Amanai. And after they took care of Toji they took Geto and ran out of the domain before it could collapse on them.

Sorry if that's a long request! I like making my asks as detailed as I can and tend to go overboard, especially if it's about my current hyperfixations. I hope you' have a great day/afternoon/night! Also remember to stay hydrated and take breaks!😁

- Sincerely, 🌈 Anon.

★ - 'm so glad you liked it !! o(*////▽////*)q req's a tiny bit confusin' but 'm think 'm got the general gist of it!! :3

★ - 'm sorry but 'm wasn't exactly sure who the main character was, so 'm decided ta use em both cauze yanno they're right there!! ^_^

☆ - Teen! Satosugu x Male Reader — can be read as platonic or romantic!

♡ - Zuha's a bit silly n doesn't know how t'write fight scenes s'forgive 'im if it isn't suuuper good! ꒰#’ω`#꒱੭

This whole 'merging' with Riko was extremely taxing on you, Suguru, and Satoru, but it's almost over so you three can relax and play Digimon 'till you passed out!

"Uwaaa! I'm so tired..." You mutter, leaning on Suguru's shoulder as your group climbs the stairs leading to Tengen's barrier around Jujutsu High.

Riko beside you huffs. "You can at least pretend not to be!"

"I'm sure [Name] didn't mean anything by it." Kuroi smiles softly as the five of you finally reach the top of the stair way, safely inside Jujutsu High barriers.

You let out a sigh of relief. At first, you weren't entirely sure why you were put on the mission, you're only a first-grade sorcerer while Suguru and Satoru were special grades, but Yaga chalked it up to you being strong enough and your friends needing someone responsible to be with.

The mission took more out of Satoru than anyone else, you and Suguru were heavily aware of that. On Day Two, you stayed up with him the entire night, busying yourself with whatever videos you could find and an unhealthy amount of Sakura Mochi.

You hear Suguru tell Satoru he worked hard, and he did. Harder than the two of you could thanks to his technique. You make a mental note to yourself to treat the two of them to food when the merging is finally complete.

"I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat again." Satoru rolls his eyes, the blue glow that indicated he was using his Six Eyes dissipating.

You walk up behind him and hug Satoru from behind. "Goob job 'toru!" You make sure not to squeeze too tight, he was tired and you didn't want to make him physically hurt too.

The next thing that happens, hurts.

You feel something— it's sharp — enter your abdomen and exit through Satoru's sternum.

The two of you instinctively look back. You're inside the barrier which is supposed to protect you from any intruders, but obviously from the blood that's piling up your throat, it didn't.

Satoru uses a small version of Blue and Suguru uses a curse. It hurt, obviously. You couldn't use your technique to nullify it because it wouldn't do it's job of hurting the man behind you, so you let it pass.

You breathe to calm yourself and analyze your situation. Your eye is bruised, not blind but there is blood obscuring your vision. You definitely have internal bleeding, but it missed vital spots so you can suck it up and deal with it.

Satoru and Suguru are talking about something, but you're worried about Riko and Kuroi— some could argue that you should be worried about the hole in your stomach but your injuries come later, Riko and Kuroi need to be safe.

"Suguru, [Name], get them to Tengen-sama."

Suguru tenses, gazing between you three before nodding. "Be careful!"

You get up, internal bleeding be dammed, grabbing Riko's arm and running the other way with Suguru.

The bleeding of your eye gets worse with every step and you have to keep running despite coughing up blood more times than is healthy. Suguru looks back at you, worried, but you assure him you're okay.

You can't let Satoru down. You can't let Suguru down, so you force your body to deal with it— force your body to use RCT, something you know like the back of your hand due to your technique.

The four of you reach the elevator that leads to where Tengen stays. Suguru makes sure You, Kuroi, and Riko enter in first before pressing the button for the lowest floor.

"H-here!" Kuroi hands you a handkerchief to clean the blood off your hands. You mumble out a small "thanks" using it to wipe your face as well.

You're strong, you know that. Being a first grade while in the second year is an amazing feat, but fuck you were scared.

You're able to go through Satoru's Infinity just fine, but that's because of your technique. That man, whoever he was, shouldn't be. "Satoru's going to be fine, don't worry," Suguru says as if he can hear your thoughts, patting your arm for reassurance.

If Suguru says everything is going to be okay, then everything is going to be okay. You remind yourself to focus, focus, focus— because after this, you two will go help Satoru, and everyone will be fine.

The elevator stops and the four of you get out. You're beside Suguru and Riko and Kuroi trail behind you. All of a sudden, Kuroi stops.

She's crying and you can feel your heart breaking. This 'merging' thing was fucked up from the get-go. No kid should have to always have in the back of their mind that they're going to die, and there's nothing they can do to stop it.

"Suguru..." You mumble softly. You shouldn't be seeing this— it's private, meant to be between them. Suguru nods. He understands, he knows what's happening is messed up and he's going to do something about it, who cares what Tengen needs?

The walk is silent, unnervingly so but you're about to kill a kid. The thought makes your stomach churn but you do nothing about it. You're strong, you can deal with it.

"Suguru, I'm staying back." You say, hands pressed into a fist and your head hung low. You can't stomach the thought of willingly killing a kid— you won't forgive yourself even though you know you can't do anything about it.

Suguru doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to. You were put on the mission last minute, and he knows how empathetic you are.

You watch them make their way to Tengen's territory and you feel sick. You feel sick to your stomach, hunching down and forcing yourself to calm down.

"focus, focus, focus." You say like a mantra to yourself, even though you're scared. You know how to focus if the situation is right, but you just feel nauseous.

You hear steps walking closer and your heart jumps. It's Satoru! Satoru did it and now he's coming back to show that he's a part of the strongest duo in the Jujutsu world.

"Damn. Didn't know they had security here."

Your eyes widen. That voice doesn't sound like Satoru, and it doesn't look a thing like him. It's that man, the same one that went through Satoru's Infinity.

You can see him clearly now thanks to the yellow fluorescent lights on the sides of the wall.

He's more muscular than you you can tell that easily. His hair is flat against his head with eyes that don't have any form of empathy in them, and with a scar on his lip.

You aren't scared, surprisingly, you're angry— fucking livid.

He killed Kuroi, a woman who was so nice, so grateful for the things she'd had in life, a woman who didn't deserve to die. He killed Satoru— he killed the people you care about.

You don't ask questions, you don't stare with your mouth open like a moron, you start fighting.

You're struggling to keep your emotions in check even though the first and basic rule of Jujutsu Sorcery is to not let your emotions get in the way.

The man, whoever he is, grabs your wrist, hastily pocketing his gun and grabbing a knife, stabbing it straight through your sternum and dragging it down to your hip line.

He takes it out, your blood staining his forearm. He switches the way he's handling it and stabs you through your throat.

Your vocal cords and blood vessels are in pain, but you can't yell, can't scream, can't do anything. Your body face-first falls limp on the floor, pushing the knife deeper into your throat to the point it comes out the back of your neck.

He stomps on your head for good measure, grabbing his gun and walking towards where Geto and Riko are.

You feel your heart slowing down as your blood leaks to your fingers. You're dead, you're dead if you don't do something—anything. Your eyes close and blood leaks out of your mouth. You're done for.

The sound of rubble falling wakes you up, your hand twitching before you lug yourself up, the front of your uniform stained with your blood as the energy from your subconscious RCT flares off your body.

You pull the knife from your throat. It stings, obviously, but you don't care about that.

You know for a fact now that Satoru, Kuroi, and Riko are dead. With every step, you hear more crashing and buildings getting destroyed.

Your eyes scan the area. You can feel the output from one of Suguru's stronger curses, it's faint, most likely due to distance, but it's definitely there.

Jumping from the platform, you hastily make your way to where the energy was coming from.

You're there— so close until the building fucking collapses.

Your heart drops when all the dust and smoke clears. Suguru is lying down— is he dead? Oh Suguru, please don't be dead — an 'X' on his torso his eyes are closed and that same fucking man is standing in front of him.

"Shit kid, just can't stay dead can you?" His grin pisses you off. It's full of teeth as his scar grows wider.

He notices your expression, holding back a snicker. It looks just like the curse-eater's when he realized Gojo died. "Might wanna close your mouth, you'll catch a flyhead in there." He snickers, putting the blade he had back into his cursed spirit and getting a smaller weapon with two blades on it.

You grab a weapon out of your back pocket. Your technique barely helps in hand-to-hand combat so you're used to carrying a weapon on you that you're used to using. Why you didn't use it the first time, you aren't sure yourself.

It's a decent-sized blade Yaga had made with the technique of a retired sorcerer. Hammerspace or something, you don't really care. All you need now is that man dead.

You throw the knife at him for a distraction. He deflects it, like you expected. You ducked behind him, your hands curled up into a fist as your hand connected with the blade of his sword.

You had to make this quick so you can tend to Suguru.

Not giving him any time to land on his feet, you grab your blade from the air switching the grip into a reverse hammer and brute-forcing your way through his hand.

The blood splatters on your cheek, grabbing the blade out and using your other arm to hit him from the side.

You take a second to breathe. His arm has a hole in it and he's breathing heavily. That cocky grin finally wiped from his face.

Every single bone in your body was telling you to kill him, to put an end to him right then and there for killing people who didn't deserve it— for killing teenagers.

But then you remember Suguru. Suguru who's lying on the floor somewhere, most likely bleeding out. That is what pulls you out of your anger-infused trance, turning your back to the man and rushing for Suguru.

He doesn't try and kill you, thankfully, but you notice Riko's body is gone.

Pushing all that to the back of your mind, Riko's dead body, her lifeless face— her life that was cut too short because she was born as a vessel, you find Suguru.

His breathing is there, very faint, but it's there. Immediately starting RCT on his body as tears brim your eyes. You're crying now, crying over all the things you should've cried about before but were too busy trying to keep yourself alive— not that you could die anyway, you do RCT subconciously.

"Suguru... Suguru, please open your eyes," Your voice wavers as his uniform gets damp with your tears.

You keep RCT going, pressing your ear where Suguru's heart is as his blood stains your face. You cry over the death of Satoru, you cry that you weren't able to save Kuroi or Riko, you cry about how you couldn't kill the man that would've killed most of the people you knew— most of the people you care about.

"[N-Name]...?"

Suguru's voice sounds so weak. It sounds horse, like he's dehydrated, but it's there— God, Suguru's alive.

"'m sorry- was too weak- 'm so sorry S'gu!" You wail as the tears fall harder, your decently muscular arms wrapped around his torso as you wait for him to berate you, to yell at you for not killing that man when you had the chance.

"[Name]— It's okay, I just... fuck, okay, listen, it wasn't your fault, alright? He had a heavenly pact and from what I can see, you at least caused him to bleed." Suguru's hand wipes the blood on your cheek, his thumb presses against the grass to get the blood from that monkey off him.

"I'll check on Satoru, so wait here, okay?"

You don't have the heart to say no to him. You're too weak, too mentally fatigued to stand up and see the corpse of someone else you loved, someone else you cherished.

So you watch Suguru leave, accompanied by wet sniffles and dry wails, you curl in on yourself and wait obediently for someone to come get you.

You don't know if you're hallucinating, but you swear you see a patch of dark blue hair, blood leaking from Riko's the person's head before you pass out.

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catgojo · 7 months

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🕱 Work 2/20 🕱 Masterlist 🕱 ☽☽ Character: Zoro (One Piece) x Gn Reader ☾☾ ✩ Requested by: @bas-writes ✩ [Humor, slight hurt/comfort]✩ warnings: usual vampire warnings, potential heartbreak, hopeful end ✩

Zoro was different from all the partners you had before. As a vampire, you had gone through your fair share of partners. When you have a life as long as yours, a little companionship was something you needed to break through the monotony of life. You’d date them a few years, as long as they didn’t get any suspicions about your true nature or the fact that you don’t age.

Zoro was different, in the way that he didn’t fawn over you the way your previous partners did. It was a welcome change honestly, being a vampire came with oozing a certain charisma, a biological mechanism to make it easier to find victims. Most of your previous partners had been attracted by said charisma, but Zoro was different.

He stumbled into your life of sorts, quite literally, as the two of you met when he bumped into you, trying to read a map. You had pointed him in the right direction -he needed to be on the other side of the city- and he had promptly walked the opposite direction of where you had pointed him. Amused by his antics, and having nothing better to do, you accompanied him to his destination.

He was quiet, but not bad company. He was insanely stubborn in insisting he was walking the right direction which had made you laugh. And the way he got flustered and annoyed at your laughs had made you even more interested. It was so rare to come across a human that wasn’t immediately at least intrigued by your presence, and it was even more rare for you to almost feel flustered by someone instead.

That exchange was almost a year ago, and now you were at a point where you could officially call yourselves a couple. There was some apprehensiveness at first, he was very careful about getting closer to you, and you wondered why. Maybe there were some kind of primal instincts in him that kicked in around you? You had never been found out as a vampire, and you had sources for blood that never made you reliant on crime or even your partners. You had never shared your secret either, feeling like it was easier to get over a breakup than the possible rejection of your very nature, or have someone cling to you until the difference in mortality would eventually catch up on you.

There was something different about Zoro, and today you had found out why. It was an accident, you weren’t supposed to overhear his conversation, you weren’t even supposed to be at home. But plans were canceled and you forgot to text him that you’d be home way sooner than planned.

He was a vampire hunter. That’s why he’d always been vague about his job, that’s why he sometimes went away on business trips or was harder to reach for a couple of days. You had always trusted him, but now there was a pit in your stomach: was he only trying to get closer to you to eventually kill you? That seemed like an unnecessarily cruel tactic, even for the slyest of vampire hunters, and you hoped that he just assumed you were a normal human, and that he was just keeping everything a secret because vampires, vampire hunters and any other non-human and their counterparts were still a secret thing that society vehemently denied the existence of, except for in their fantasy books.

The best course of action, of course, was to simply call it off. Break up, move away, to one of your other places far away from this city, and start all over again, the way you always did.

And yet. You couldn’t deny that the thought of it made you a little nauseous. You couldn’t deny that it hurt. Sure, you knew there was an end to this relationship at some point, but you had hoped for it to last at least a few years, and to be able to end it on your own terms. Not like this.

But your self-preservation instincts won as you stepped into the room, Zoro putting the phone down immediately and looking at you wide eyed.

“You were not supposed to be home yet.”

Now that you had overheard, you could pinpoint the emotions in his voice -or so you thought. There was surprise, and some worry. Worry you overheard? Nerves about having to maybe kill you sooner than he had anticipated? Or Worry about you finding out about his identity?

“I was on my way when they called me to say the event was canceled. So I came right back home, I am sorry. Did I interrupt something?”

You tried to be so lighthearted about it, giving him a chance to fix it, but you felt so trapped already. No matter how this conversation went, it was over for you two.

“No, it’s just-”, he was looking for the right words, you could see it in his eyes. He was walking through the archives of his brain, looking for phrases that could make this less painful.

“How much did you overhear?” is what he eventually settled on, and you couldn’t lie to him.

“Enough.”

It was silent for a bit longer, a few seconds where you both were trying to find a way to fix it, before the words started spilling from both your minds.

“You know I am a vampire hunter then-” “You know I am a vampire then-”

His eyes widened. He hadn’t expected your reaction, and the way he looked betrayed that you had just revealed your secret to him.

“Wait”

You spoke up simultaneously again, stumbling over your words, looking for excuses, to undo whatever just happened and say something else. You shut up and took a deep breath, and he let you speak.

“You are a vampire hunter, and you dated me, while not realizing I was a vampire?”

“I didn’t know. I just- I thought you’d leave me for having secrets, nobody believes in vampires or vampire hunters anymore.”

You chuckled. It was indeed a unique predicament, most people would suspect other secrets, a second life, an affair, but because you were amongst his targets, it made more sense for you to believe him and instead worry about the consequences.

“We should break up,” you eventually said, “give ourselves some space and time, and make it a little fair in case you want to hunt me specifically.”

He was quiet, looking at the floor in contemplation, and then looked you straight in the eyes, a clear determination apparent in his. The look alone was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“I don’t want to hunt you.”

You smiled, you were sure he was sincere. In the year you had spent together, you had never known Zoro to lie. Sometimes to his own detriment, but the man was honest as could be.

“Even then- this is not meant to be, you do realize that, right?”

“Maybe it is.”

Now it was your turn to be surprised. How so was this meant to be?

“I know who you are, you don’t have to hide around me. And you now know about my true identity. No more secrets, no more sneaking around.”

“But you’re supposed to kill me.”

“I only kill those I get an assignment to, and those are the vampires running havoc. I have known you for a year, and you didn’t even trigger any of my instincts. That’s rare. You’re special.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. Zoro was always a man of actions, not words when it came to his affections and to hear him declare this so determinedly, you felt a lot of conflicting emotions all at once.

“And if you get the assignment to kill me?”

“I’ll tell you. And we work something out.”

“Is that a promise?”

“I promise.”

#one piece #zoro #i love zoro sm

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catgojo · 11 months

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he is way too fun to draw

[id: it’s a work in progress of Hobie, drawn as he is depicted in across the spider verse with dark brown skin, wicks, and numerous piercings. He is holding his guitar and looking off to the side. /end id]

#hobie brown #astv

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catgojo · 11 months

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Some people (Aka 20-30 yr Olds) need to leave miles morales alone, especially the version from itsv/atsv/the movies, cause that boy is 15 and the amount of inappropriate things I've seen is disgusting. He does not want your old self 🤕.

#miles morales #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman #sorry for the rant

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catgojo · 11 months

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I should probably start writing again tbh..

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catgojo · 11 months

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

I didn't even realize LMAO

#1 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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catgojo · 1 year

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#jjk #hes in a silly mood

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catgojo · 1 year

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Crying on the floor

Omg

Something that will never die

Your laugh was the sweetest melody I ever heard.

It was like a charm, one I could never let go of. I always craved more of it. I always craved more of you. Sometimes it was high pitched, it was like that all the times you were happily surprised. Your face distorted slightly, your mouth agape, I swear that I could have put a fish in it and it would have fit. Your eyes widening vaguely as you were holding a box. You wanted to shake it. It’s a habit you had : shaking everything to guess what you were holding. Yet this time I had asked you not to. The thingy in that box wss fragile, just like you. I could see it on your face as you were now biting your lips softly. I was seeing your teeth peeking out that way. That look on your face was cute.

When you finally opened the box, a small purple ribbon was the first thing you saw. You were looking at me with the biggest annoyed look as if I pranked you in the most unfunniest way possible. One eyebrow more raised than the other as your lips were now creating a simple line. I simply stepped closer to you and ruffled your hair before walking away to take your real gift. The gesture made you groan as you playfully bickered at me about how hard it was to brush your hair and how you were going to make me put every single strand back to place with my fingers as a revenge.

However, when I came back with a small puppy in my hand – a yorkshire terrier to be more exact – you squeaked in joy, causing the new member of the family to bark at you. She was happy too with you, just like me. You almost knocked me down when you rushed by my side, excited to take the little canine in your arms. You kept fawning at it even after two hours of having it on your lap. You were playing with its fur, praising it for being so clean and pretty with those black strands that became brown the further you were from the body of the dog. You had already put the ribbon around her neck, doing a little bow that you didn’t tighten too tightly around her neck.

You were laughing with her all the time. That high pitched laugh that I loved so much. It showed how happy you were and it made me happy to know it. Your arms in front of you as you closed and opened your hands over and over again at Leti – the name you gave her, you said it meant a lot of happy things that I can’t think of anymore. How could you know so many things ? – who was running towards you, her little paws meeting the floor frequently as she rushed to you before jumping away when you were almost catching her. You often played that game with her, it became a greeting too after you came back from work with a sigh that was always cut by a yawn. She never failed to make you smile with that.

Sadly, your laugh could also be low pitched and rasp. It was always like that when you laughed after crying. I always remembered the nights when I held you close to me. Sometimes you were asleep on me after letting everything out, some sniffles still coming out of you making your chest rise quickly multiple times before it relaxed back to follow your breathing once more. Those nights were hard for you and me.

They were hard for you because you hated when I saw you crying. You thought I felt like a bad partner because I could stop you from crying, you felt like a failure for not doing enough and for failing me and my happiness by ruining everything with stupid mood swings. You were babbling and stuttering as you cried in my chest about how it’s unfair to feel this way when everything is right in your life. Sometimes you were silent as you simply hugged yourself in a corner of the room. I always sat next to you to not disturb your little bubble, but I just wished to hug you at those times. It was hurting me too. Seeing you hating yourself like that, you were so pretty all the time and so strong with handling everything, how could you not see that ? It wasn’t selfish of you to be sad, even the happiest person could feel down and just let everything out so why would you feel guilty about expressing yourself ?

I did my best all the time to remind you of that, holding your face and rubbing your wet cheeks with my thumbs to comfort you and wipe those never ending tears falling from those pretty eyes of your that always made my knees go weak, my mind going fuzzy and my heartbeat quickening. It was at those times I could hear that raspy laugh. As I told one joke or two between praises and comforting words, I have never been the best at saying how I feel so I opted for hugging you as you were shaking and putting you in a warm blanket with a warm beverage – always your favorite one – and telling you jokes between soft touches and kisses. When Leti was a part of the family she would snuggle on your lap and sometimes lick your salty cheeks before making a weird face at the taste that was awful for her. This always made us laugh as she shook her head from left to right, her ears slapping against her face and brushing the tip of your nose as she lay down on you with a huff.

During those times your eyes were always glinting with tears always present in them and a far away look on your face, even if the smile you were making was a sad smile, it was enough for me to put my face in the crook of your neck and puff some air on it to kiss it gently to encourage you to smile more. You always held my shoulders in those moments, giggling through your sniffles as I slowly started to get more playful until you burst out laughing. It always ended with our forehead touching the other’s as we snuggled under the covers. Leti was always jealous at that time and came between us with a bark, asking for her own cuddles.

The three of us were happy that way. Together under the blankets with some jokes and kisses that we sometimes stealthy did behind our puppy’s back or shared with her other times. It was enough for us, we weren’t rich nor popular but we were happy in our little warm bubble filled with tons of love and joy.

It was enough, really, it was. Before everything that happened we were happy together. Only the three of us.

It all started with Leti’s death. She was young when it happened, only two years after you got her at your birthday. At first we brushed her never ending sleepiness to her being lazy and also growing up. But you started worrying first when one day you rushed to me, your hair was a mess as you had tears in your eyes. Holding tightly at my arms as you repeated how she refused to eat and how scared you were for her health. I did my best to calm you down and the next twenty-four hours we were at a vet. I believe it was the first time I was driving that fast.

We waited for almost two hours, Leti was silent and with how calm and lonely the waiting room was we could hear how hard it was for her to breathe correctly. All that time I waited I kept looking back and forth to you, then to her to finally roughly look around the room. My leg kept going up and down quickly as stress made its way towards my brain and contaminated me completely. It got you too, unfortunately earlier than me, your lips were now all bruised up and some parts of it were red because of some wounds opening and bleeding. You had this habit of plucking the skin on your lips every time you were nervous, even in the littlest way. I hated this habit. It was one of the rare ones that I hated to see you do, even as much as I loved you. Anything that hurts you – including those habits – are something I hate to witness.

Finally, when the vet arrived we were both relieved to finally have our dear Leti checked for any problem. We were assigned to someone we knew – his name was Mr.Giasone I think ? – It was an old man who you always went to with the bird your little brother had, mainly to check how the little guy was doing, after we moved together I got to see him frequently too. It’s a very gentle and generous man, he often gives discounts when he sees that some people will have difficulties paying for what they need for their pets. He is tall but he is also skinny because of some eating disorders he has. I remember you cooking him food whenever you had time and when you would go see him since you knew he could eat better homemade food than prepared meals and things that we buy from stores. He has short gray hair with still some black strands that appear randomly here and there on his head. His dark eyes always look tired and the bags under them don’t help thinking another way, in contrast to these dark circles, his skin is very pale as if he was a ghost or always on the verge of fainting.

He was very careful and gentle when doing all the tests needed on Leti. She wasn’t moving that much around and I had to hold you to stop you from scratching at his arms every time she was whining in pain. You were shaking in my arms and your hands were so cold in mine, I blew on them a bit. You didn’t laugh nor did you move your sight on Leti whining on the little bed she was on. The look on your face was a distant one, I never saw it ever and the look of it made me sweat and widen my eyes. My stomach was turning and twisting in my body as your eyes didn’t shine any more for a split second that looked like a whole hour for me. I can’t even describe it, even now, that look was so foreign and unexpected on you that I could still see it on your face when you were perfectly fine because of how it surprised and scared me.

Your eyes widened in horror when you learned that Leti had a sickness. Mr.Giasone had an apologetic look on his face as you almost fell down, your knees not making you stand up anymore. I quickly grabbed a chair and sat you on it as he explained everything and proposed two options : or we could let her live and die from the sickness eventually – it would obviously be painful for her and hard for us to witness – or we could do an euthanasia on her. That way we would be with her until her death but she wouldn’t have to suffer any more, but she would be gone sooner of course.

The decision wasn’t that hard to make but you refused to say it, only muttering a small “option two” under your shaky breath. You refused to look at anyone and were facing the window, I could see a tear escaping your right eye even with your hand hiding your cheek the best it was able to do it, yet I didn’t say anything to not make you sad more. The procedure was quick and in roughly one week Leti was gone, you were shaking on the ground while hearing her last whimpers as she licked your cheek and made that weird face again and nuzzled on your lap. You didn’t smile nor did you laugh. The insignifiant gesture for outsiders that hold a deep meaning between our little family only made you cry harder as you repeated that you weren’t ready to let her go and that it was unfair that she will have to die, that she did not deserve it at all. Before they took her away in that lonely room full of strangers around her in her last moments you hugged her close, nuzzling your face in her long fur as you muttered one last thing to her.

“I love you, I love you to the Moon and back. We met for a reason, I’m sure of it. You were the happiest thing I ever had and the happiest cute little puppy I ever saw, when I think back of all the time we were together I remember how I knew you would be my everything for as long as I have you in my arms. Please continue to live, you will not be here with us anymore but I know you’ll get everything in the next one. Continue your life and your story but don’t forget us because I will never forget you, you were the favorite part of the book my life is and the corner of your page will always be folded down until my own end. You shone brighter than the sun itself, till our next bloom my dandelion…” And just like that, Leti was gone.

You spent days to no end in your room, crying with the door locked. I couldn’t enter nor could I come and comfort you. I stayed behind the door, one of my knees up my chest and the other almost touching the wall in front of me. With how much time I stayed in front of that damned wall I could have gotten the time and creativity to name every crack and flaw of it, I would have already done it a long time ago if it wasn’t for your cries that stopped behind the door. There was no noise, no rustling, no movement. Nothing. I didn’t try to enter, it’s been days and you never accepted when I tried to come so you probably won’t if I try to enter this time too.

When you finally went out of that room you looked so distressed. Your disheveled hair was sticking to your forehead and your eyes were as dull as the wall I’ve been staring at all this time. When I presented to you your favorite food you brushed it off, only taking a bite before taking a bottle of water and went back to your room. I just looked at you, not knowing what to do anymore as I tried everything already. I only had to wait until you finished grieving Leti. Her death was affecting me too of course, but she was closer to you anyway so I wasn’t as badly affected as you were.

I waited days and days and you were still distant, did something else perhaps went through your mind that time ? If I knew what it was, would I have been able to help you ?

Would I have been able to save you ?

I would never know. One day, when I came home from the grocery store, the bags fell slower than my heart at the view of the trashed apartment we lived in. The white walls were painted red and everything crashed down. That lamp we repaired together that was at the entry was destroyed again, the paintings on the walls had disappear, that little stone you had as a kid was nowhere to be found, the flowers I gave you for Valentines two months ago lost their petals and the gas they were in was trashed on the floor, water pouring all over the floor on that colorful carpet that I found ugly and only kept because you liked it. As for you, you were gone too.

Your room wasn’t in a better shape, the covers of your bed trashed with some feathers coming out of the pillow I gave you alongside a blanket that was full of blood on the floor. Your window was open and the ribbon you gave to Leti on the floor next to it. You refused to abandon it after her death and I felt tears in my eyes coming up as I took it with trembling hands. My eyes were frantically searching your form everywhere in the house. You weren’t gone. You were still there. You are just hiding because you are scared. It’s alright to be scared, everyone can be scared. I searched through the house in every corner, under every object and even searched you in the building’s complex.

My stomach was aching, a metallic taste in my mouth as I wanted to throw up at the realization of your disparition. It never left me. Not even when the cops finally arrived, Leti’s ribbon in my hand as my nails drew blood in my palm because of how harshly I was closing my hand. The carpet never got the chance to dry as my tears now wet it instead of the water of the broken white vase. I refused to look anywhere, I could see you in every corner of that house. No. It wasn’t you, it was your… our memories. I saw you lifting up Leti on the couch, cooing at her beauty as you held her up towards the ceiling, a big smile on your face. Oh… how I missed that face through the days of not seeing it. I could see you eating the meal I do every Saturday for us, telling stories and gossiping about everything going on in the town like high school girls. I merely laughed at the view of that. Oh… how naive we were at that time. I looked at the broken mirror, the different broken parts all reflecting all the time I hug you, my arms around your waist as I kissed your cheek playfully when you were choosing some clothes for our dates or putting some jewels on you or applying some makeup on your beautiful face.

I spent days going through the books filled with pictures of us. Your smile was brighter than the sun in those pictures, your cheeks all showing with different shapes and sizes. You were so lovely in those pictures with the never ending clothes I keep giving you that you always wore. In some of them it was the two of us – sometimes with Leti too in the most recent ones – and sometimes it was just pictures of you I took when you weren’t looking. In every case, I could only see you and your smile. It was haunting everything I have even when that ghost of you smiled at me, forcing me to watch as you faded away right before me. Those never ending illusions fucking up with my mind and forcing me to see you and only you. I loved you and I still do.

My friends said I lost my mind, I was irritable and always refused to do anything with them. I was always on edge even with the cops and they had to put me in a room alone to let me cool down. My mind was twisted at the thought of seeing you alive and well. I hoped for so many nights to hear the noises of your panda-like keys as you try to be as soundless as possible to not wake me up. Only to be surprised when you will see me sitting next to your bed on the floor, a pillow in my arms to bring with me the warmth and your scent that you took with you. Oh… if only you knew how much of an impact you have on me. I almost destroyed that pillow when it didn’t have your scent anymore, but I stopped when I remembered it was your favorite. You were driving me crazy and I only wanted to have you in my arms once more. I just wanted to see you once more.

And I did, just not the way I expected to.

One day, I received a call from the cops. They had found you apparently. I rushed to put on my jacket and my shoes, not caring about how I was wearing the same clothes for one week. I made my way towards the front door of the house, causing bottles and some random trash to roll over on the floor or to fall down. I’ll clean that later, you are more important than those useless things. I drove even faster than I did when we brought Leti to the vet, the thought of it made me emotional and a tear escaped my eyes. I didn’t wipe it off, instead I let it run down my cheek, creating a wet trail on my face right under my eye.

The location that I got led me to the woods. The trees were leafless and their branches all twisted and weirdly sharp. I finally arrived at the site, multiple cops were there with two cars and there was one ambulance but no doctor in sight. I was allowed to walk past the usual limit for citizens when there was a crime scene or something like that. The doctors were here, they looked at the cop next to them – I didn’t bother to remember his face – and one of them shook their head from left to right. I refused to understand what it meant, yet, when they got up I was forced to face that truth. You were indeed here. Your body mutilated from head to toe. Blood dripping everywhere on the floor and staining the perfectly white blanket they had put on you. Your eyes were empty, I couldn’t even look at my reflection, and if I could I would have probably started crying more at the view of my messed up face. A doctor came to me and put his hand on my shoulder. An apologetic look on his face as he muttered that they tried everything but it was already too late when they arrived.

The look of your body in front of me haunted me for days before your funeral. I didn’t speak publicly, I couldn’t. My lips were tied together and any word refused to get out of it. I only watched the whole thing with tears in my eyes that I never left out, not even when they buried your body. You were dressed so elegantly in an attire I wanted to give you for our next date after you had possibly calmed down from Leti’s death. I only stared all the time, I had found you at last. But it was with me wearing a black suit and your name on a gravestone. I could only talk to you when no one was there anymore, in the middle of the night with only your ghost to accompany me, it was the last thing I said to you.

“Meeting you was a dream, my biggest blessing. Your smile put colors in my life, your tears brought me to my knees next to you, your laugh was the music I loved to hear the most and those eyes were an ocean I loved to drown in every day. But dreams must come to an end and I now need to wake up to reality, but my chest hurts at that thought. I will have to live without hearing your voice nor seeing your face. I can’t hold you anymore between my arms, can you believe it ? You were a sunshine, and me a sunset, we were chasing the sky, but it was a different one from the start. We were perfect for each other and I know it, I’m sure of it, but the world wasn’t ready for us. I would have spent a lifetime chasing you and trying to find you, and now I have to live a lifetime for you. This life was mine, and I promise that the next will be ours. Goodbye, my star, please shine high above me to not let the midnight sky take us away yet again.”

Those lines are probably the last you will hear from me. You read my happiness being taken away from my life and everything I ever loved being taken away in a place I cannot reach yet. Those sentences are what I felt and witnessed and the emptiness of my lover and our little companion disappearing slowly to my life as the memories of them losing their face the less I knew what they used to look like still haunt me. I wish that those words would attain someone that will see that life can take everything from you easily, and I hope it never happened to you.

Farewell.

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