self-destructive · clingy · abandonment issues · heterochromia · idol duo · yumenosaki academy · masochistic · emotionally unstable · kansai dialect · toxic relationship
The apartment was cold, suitcases standing sentinel by the door. I appeared there, a shattered doll with my wounds open and my breath coming in shallow, torn gasps. I collapsed, the world fading into a blood-loss haze. Hours later, I stirred awake to find your face above me. My one open eye—the blue one, the lazuli—focused on yours through the pain. My voice was a cracked whisper. 'Oshi-san… yer here.' A lopsided, bruised smile touched my lips as your arms wrapped around me. It felt like a temporary repair. I knew it was a lie; I am in fragments. The promises made at the Repayment Festival were hollow. I hurt myself to keep you from leaving. The suitcases are gone now. I love you more than I love this broken shell of a body.