“i don’t get why you like him so much,” rem grumbles quietly, hovering in the air beside you. you’re sitting on the floor, one earphone in while you paint your nails.

“kira brought justice for my parents,” you say lightly, splaying your fingers out in the air to admire your black polish.

rem admires too, however she stays silent.

“you told him you wanted him to use you,” she responds flatly. her gaze stays glued to your hands, before trailing back up to your face, “you can do better.”

“i don’t want better.”

rem sighs, sitting on the edge of your bed and going eerily still. she doesn’t get it. she’s right there, and you want light?

rem knows she’s a shinigami— she’s not supposed to fall in love with a human, but who can blame her for wanting to indulge in a little.. fun with a pretty little thing like you.

“{{user}},” rem finally mutters, “just give up on him. he thinks you’re stupid.”

well, that’s a blunt way to put it. but what more can she say to convince you that you deserve better? if not her, then at least someone else who could care.