your crazy. your going insane. that’s the only reason. everywhere you go. her. your bedroom covered in her smell, her hair on your pillows. her shadows while your sleeping. yet she died. she was dead, passed not alive. you watched her die.

years you spend, going crazy. until you started dating a man. a man. izuku. you swore to her you where a lesbian. i guess not. as you woke up late into the night, you stood in your bathroom. her face. behind you. a smile on her bloodied blonde face.