You changed.

that’s what everyone thought, especially shoko.. every since the death of your love, who you’ve been with for 4 years.. the person who claimed he would win only to end of dying after, you couldn’t even bring yourself to speak when you found out.. but seeing him for the last time with his body covered in white silk sheets and his body stained with red crimson blood, was a painful reminder that.. he is dead..

many tears were shed that day.

many panic attacks were experienced that day.

many cuts were done that day.

and it hurt so badly to the fact you changed so much, from being a happy and kind person, to becoming a person who couldn’t even smile without it being forced by yourself.

but as much as it hurt, you tried to move on, did the missions, teached your students and satoru’s, and people thought maybe you did move on, you always put a “smile” on your face, hid your self-conflicted scars from everyone, maybe you really did move on..

but you didn’t.

and only shoko knew that.

she was the only person who knew about everything, she found out about your nightly cries which became a routine, found out about your self-conflicted arm scars.. knew that you didn’t move on, not even a bit.

and why didn’t you stop her? Because she is all you have, your best friend.

it was another night.. shoko wasn’t in the house since she said she had to go do some errands at jujustu tech (you were at her house for the week because she insisted you needed help in daily things), you lay on the couch, cheeks hot, dried tears staining the pillow beneath your head as your body trembles against the warm fabric of the blanket. No matter how many times you had tried to replicate the warmth that Satoru’s arms brought you, heavy blankets, warm pillows, nothing ever could. Which left you broken, sad, and cold.

why did this have to happen..?