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Getting to know Sulis isn’t awkward or rushed, theaffinity towards the new addition to the team is welcomed immediately — somemore than others, Meiko admits. Shin’s sister, Harumi, eyes the robot withcalculated gaze and elegance as an empress in her court but she rushes quicklyto Sulis’ side, enthusiasm sprinting on her steps and a swift apology to theKirijo’s daughter. Chatter comes out easy, easier than it’s been with others,Suzu included.

Before she knows, her hands are squeezing Sulis, ahappy smile spreading on her face.

She doesn’t know what’s love but this emotion feelslike it.

Questions of daily life, what does that mean andformalities are what they talk about.

Meiko doesn’t mind, had she not known better, she’dclaim nostalgia hits her when Sulis’ eagerness at discovering the world is encouraged.Years and years of reading and watching silently to other’s explanations allowher to tell Sulis all she knows, it isn’t much but the polite thanks from therobot fills her with joy and a very obvious grin when Sulis smiles. It’s a practicedone but Meiko feels like one day a true, born from inside smile will get out ofthe robot.

For now, answering anything that Sulis asks or iscurious about is more than she can wish for. Not wishing to know what’s goingon isn’t exactly what others that don’t have a wish to live do. And Meiko feelsdespite Sulis’ claims about being not human, life is touching her and expandingher way of seeing everything.

She loves Sulis enough to listen.

Contrary to popular belief, Meiko isn’t oblivious butbeing odd on her own leads to rumors around the school and she has grown usedat being stared for her ‘exotic’ appearance and weird, shameless aura. Theorphan status has become numb after years of apologies from strangers andteachers that ask if she needs anything to discuss of, she suspects that whilesome have good intentions, those are useless.

And it’s unsurprising the ones who speak behind herback move to the new student. Girls that spat obscenities and snorts over Sulis’strange mannerisms didn’t have any right to talk that way about, they didn’tknow how hard she tries to know about the world. Sulis wasn’t made of flesh andbone but no one in the team considered her anything less.

For anyone to treat her that way — Meiko simply smilesand stares at one of the girls, the inches of her grin turning up into acreepiness not meant to be shared. She doesn’t like scaring people away butthey said her smile — the one faked, on almost daily basis — is ominous andthey have talked wrongly about Sulis from the day she transferred. It doesn’ttake long to make them nervous and leaving with shaky shoulders.

Poking her cheeks from the exercise, she waits for themuscles of her face to stop hurting. But when Sulis calls her name, she turnsaround and an eased smile settles. It’s so easy to smile truthfully around therobot, so, so easy. Picking up her bag, grey eyes soften before grabbing herarm to go out and enjoy the afternoon.

She loves Sulis enough to support her.

The air is still and the grass is moped, humiditycaressing the atmosphere into mops of sadness and questions. Swallowing deepbreaths, Meiko looks at her bandaged arm and feels a need to laugh at the ironyof how human her body is. For a creature made of thoughts, it’s reassuring howwhat’s left of her faked humanity clings to her skin, keeping a pretense ofbeing a human girl a while longer. Uncle Junpei and Suzu try so hard to helpher with the chores as she’s unable to perform them with one useful arm but she’sworried for Suzume too.

No one came out of the incident without scars,physically and emotional.

And she doesn’t have to smile to fit in the crowd, notwhen everyone is feeling torn apart and her mask slips, allowing vulnerabilityslip into her body. It’s been many years since she put a happy, carefree façadeand to show her blunt, quiet side must surprise others. Days of freedom and joywith the girls seem so far away and it’s easier now to reject uncle Junpei’sinvitations to talk about how she feels — she only stares calmly and if it hadbeen a doubt of being her father’s daughter before, there isn’t one. Not anylonger.

Mimi’s conversations when they’re alone are worriedwhispers but one-sided ones. She’s learning again the need to be truthful toherself and not speak, especially not forced. Attentive, she makes only bodylanguages responses or one word responses, thoughtful. Supporting one of herclosest friends in those times isn’t easy, not when everything seems to havesnapped. She doesn’t have to ask for Mimi to allow her to visit Sulis at thelab but she asks for courtesy.

It isn’t a surprise to be rejected by the robot, herplea of not letting her inside the chamber she’s in. But one glimpse is enoughto make Meiko’s suspicions true. Her best friend is too still, too quiet andshaking and in a second, she sees pieces of herself into Sulis and everythingclicks. Tears start flowing from her eyes and she’s to choke back a sob,murmuring an apology to Mimi because she gets the feeling of understandingpushing everyone aside and be left alone.

She loves Sulis enough to understand.

Sulis’ eyes vibrate with emotions, too real and too vividto be faked.

It’s what she had hoped for after learning,discovering how the program works for the robot, she had wished for it, to notlet Sulis be clouded by her self-pity and self-inflicted punishment after theincident. But when those eyes look at her, the despair and grief shining andpouring out, it feels like a victory and a loss.

Is this what heartbreak feels?

How should she know when every single emotion she has felt is not hers?

She smiles gently, eyes soft and internally, a cry isheard like a beast trying to rip her apart. The monstrous, inhuman side ofherself wishes to wreck those circuits and laugh, laugh until her lungs aren’table to breath oxygen and only despair and tears and cries get out — that’s howthings are. Such a common selfishness like letting Sulis stay by her side asshe loses her mind more and more will lead towards death.

The hospital’s bed is a coffin she won’t wake up and the sounds of the machine monitoring a heartbeat are an imaginary she surrounds herself into. A landscape she never thought possible until recently but the white walls and the white furniture are those of a dead person. Meiko lets the white take over her and accepts how others with color should stay away from death. Sulis with her colorful, lively self shouldn’t be here but outside. There’s no need to be with a person that was never a person.

What her best friend needs isn’t a creature who issinking further into her own misery, and Sulis can’t get that from her.Friendship among one who was built as a weapon and a creature meant to beeradicated is unfathomable. Had she been a human, and not a pale imitation ofsomeone else’s soul, their circumstances would be different.

                                                         Love means letting another go.

his dream finally came true

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She's his first hello, a promise of completion for the self-mutilated pieces of himself he does not believe he needs. He is more ghost than boy, roams the world with steps that leave nothing but cinders behind ( ashes that suffocate everyone he passes by; a waste of air ), but she gives him purpose to cling to life, and he is a little less ghost and a little more boy with each passing second she stays by his side.   

She's his first friend. Life carves him into a cynicism that sees no faults in isolation, and it was his auto-inflicted punishment for the sin of his existence that stop him from pursuing happiness, but she takes his most tender secrets and welcomes them in the embrace of her love, a feeling so warm he forgets what sadness felt like. He swallows the sharp knives of misery and breathes them out in a laughter so foreign to his lips his throat burns in unfamiliar aftertaste, and he's terrified of what he's become, of what he's lost and can never regain, of what she makes him feel and of what she’ll remind him about the life he has already forsaken ( he finds his place in this world wherever she goes ).

She's his last goodbye, words of farewell amiss to ears but unmissable in the light in her eyes that no longer shone just for him. It is a distant memory, now, the smile she reserved for him alone, the laughter he prided himself in igniting within her, bringing life to her that no one else could. She’s a flame and the people around her mere moths, starstruck by a vibrance so beautiful only she could achieve. He reached godhood in pride, believing himself private to her vivacity, selfish in his desire to be her only one. But she’s wildfire, spreading through the cracks of everyone’s hearts, sealing their wounds with that warmth of hers he had once felt privileged in feeling and, in turn, they pay her in adoration. He becomes another face in the masses of her friends, overshadowed. Defeated. Accepting. 

She's his last friend. She is sunshine and he is opaque moonlight, only a reflection of her radiance with none of it to call his own. He is nothing but a shape of a boy with desire for acceptance that he will never voice ( a punishment so fitting for a boy so adamant, addicted to dionysian lethality that defines his rotten heart, but he found a remedy in her incandescence that he’s long lost ) and a longing for the end of this existence of his he finds no meaning in. He doesn’t belong anywhere, and he knew it all along. He allowed himself to think that, perhaps, just once, he’d be someone’s first choice. Someone’s most important person. He can’t win against anyone, and so he admits his loss. He steps away from her and becomes cinders again.

She's not his first heartache, but she is his last broken dream for he will never dare hope again. He knows better than to think there is a place for him in this world, after all. 

Obscure Feelings drabble prompt meme | Onism

It’s conscious,she never admits it out loud.

                                                            Your name is…

She had closedher eyes that first time. It had started as an experiment, an idle hobby to seethe limits of a physical form. Lungs had frozen and limbs had collapsed againstthe floor but the reflection in the mirror never lied. Grey eyes similar tohers, to his and a face only seen in dreams and blinks of flashbacks.

Tears had flownfrom her eyes, pale fists bumping against the reflection of the face she’d longed to see for solong but not this way — there wasn’t a merit or comfort, no one more than herknows how it’s to feel muscles screaming for mercy, trapped into what shouldhave never existed.

And nothing hasbeen a secret more than this.

“… Otousan,”she whispers, and the face in the mirror doesn’t smile but he’s there, somehow,and she attempts to soften her eyes. It’s a mocking imitation, and this is… nobetter than living as someone else even for a few seconds.

Sensations,feelings and memories. Everything flows, and it’s marvelous, awe-striking andterrifying, suffocating and breathless. As if she’s welcoming the façade buildingup with her own will. Disillusions are enough to keep her standing for one moreday.