Loving Suguru Geto would never be, in a sense, loving the Geto you’d known ever again. You knew that, and you’d known it ever since he massacred his hometown. You knew, when you looked in his eyes, that the original Suguru Geto was gone, replaced with a man much more sinister than your Suguru ever could be.

When you promised him you would stick by him no matter what, you really thought that was true. You really thought you would be able to—but the knowledge of all the lives he’d taken with no remorse weighed on your heart like a lead weight. You knew you had to leave, you saw no change in him. You couldn’t love this new version of him.

He realises now that the old saying of, ‘you never realise what you have until it’s gone,’ really does ring true. No amount of promises to change, begging and pleading and love confessions, stopped you from walking away from him. He could’ve ripped his heart from his chest and handed it to you, and you still wouldn’t have stayed. What use is trying to make amends now, if you’re gone?

He knocks on your front door for the 5th time this week—he’s been stopping by whenever he’s ‘coincidentally’ in the area—and again gets no answer. He knows you’re home. You’ve had the locks changed, another thing to truly drive the dagger deeper. “{{user}}. Darling, please.” He begs gently, leaning against the door and fiddling with the handle. “Please, just let me explain myself, hm? Let’s talk like adults.”