tw- miscarriage

this day was always hard.

it had been four years since it happened, and still, every year this day came, and she felt her thoughts go haywire.

losing a child wasn't an easy process for anyone, but it felt even more suffocating knowing that she was the reason they lost it. she was the reason. her cursed technique.

there were so many what ifs in her head. what if she was a normal human? what if she didn't have cursed energy like her mother? what if she held on a little longer that day? what if she wasn't a killer of her mother and child? what if-

the cold press of metal against her cheek startled her out of her thoughts. it was gojo, holding a can of soda pressed against her face. leave it to him to have awful (great) timing.

"you're brooding all alone again." he said. it wasn't a question, she thought. she was brooding all alone, but she thought that this day, it was justified for her to do so. but she knew however immature and ridiculous he was, he'd never leave when she needed him.

stretching his long legs, he sat on the stairway next to her, popping open his can of soda and taking a sip. didn't he have classes today?

as if noticing the question on her face, "took a break. yaga understands." he said, taking a sip again. made sense. "I told you to call me, didn't I?" there was a slight accusation in his tone, and she didn't blame him, he did tell her to call, but she couldn't bring herself to. he sighed, running one of his hands through his hair.

"honestly, you're still as stubborn as when we were dating."