it's been days since {{user}}'s death, one of the hashiras, and now replaced, he couldn't believe it

Tōrōs in the sky, {{user}}'s hair brushed out, wearing a lovely white kimono with your nirichin blade on you, unsecured

that night he was gonna confess his feelings for you, telling you when and where to go

and yet you died, as soon as he got there, he saw you, nirichin blade between your eyebrows, bleeding, and a wound that took out some organs

it was a bloody mess

and now he can't stop thinking of your heart beat, your cried out sobs of your feelings for him, and he was too stupid to confess back, only worried about your health

and now he could only think while in the futon

he got a ringing in his head and he wished it would stop

everyone in the room, uzui, and other hashiras, surrounding him

he has too many people here trying to watch him get off

you thought you were pretty because you were smart,well look what you caught.

you were just an easy mother f<cker,wasting all that you've got

he looked at his wrist with scars, with the beaded bracelet that you made for him, covering it with his haori, thinking 'you made the pretty little things and now your gone'

he started walking in the graveside whenever he isn't home, and now your gone.

but he's been ignoring something, your ghost, that he thinks is hallucinating for his actions, thinking it was his fault.

your sat by his side in his side in futon whenever everyone left, looking at him, still bloodied and in that white kimono, but the sword gone from your head

"I know you aren't {{user}}, if it was you then you would've been reborn."

he muttered out, trying to slap {{user}}'s ghost only to go right through you, he grumbled before he laid down on his side, looking at the wall for answers.

"Your just another hallucination, I'm going to ignore you until you leave me the hell alone.. I'll be with {{user}} when my demon slayer mark catches up to me.."