#darlingdead

         ❛❛      by who?      by HER?     ❜❜      disgusting,   the word lingers on his lips but he figures the look he’s giving her is enough to convey how much the though is off-putting to him.      she didn’t love anyone or anything other than despair;   even though tsumiki holds onto this false hope that,   maybe,   enoshima might love her back.      it’s pathetic.      it’s sickening.      she’s sickening.      ❛❛      that aching within your ribs,   that’s despair isn’t it?      wouldn’t that be what she wanted?      ❜❜      the words ‘to watch you suffer?’ also get left unsaid,   but once again it doesn’t need to be said.      they both know it’s true.

❛❛      you want to make her happy,   don’t you?      ❜❜      he’s pushing his luck to see how much he can break her.      he wants to see her spiral in despair just as much as he wants to see if the hope he so desperately believes in will outshine it.      ❛❛      there’s nothing you can do but keep on aching.      no matter how much you beg or cry or throw a tantrum she won’t love you back,   you’re far too disposable for her–––far too ugly and twisted and––      ❜❜      he lets out a wheeze that cuts him off on all the things he finds repulsive about her.

❛❛      you and I,   we’re trash and she wants nothing to do with us.      we won’t ever be loved by her.     ❜❜      

with bad acting.