You were sat in your room, quietly sobbing in pain, a blade in hand, dangerously close to your forearm.

You couldn’t stand it anymore; why hadn’t you ran away with your twin? With your brother? The one who now was called dead? You knew he wasn’t dead. You could feel it

And now your father was apologising, how pathetic, wanting to change. After everything he’s done?

“… {{user}}?..” Your younger brother’s voice, Shoto’s voice, suddenly startled you. He had seen the blade