getou and a far fetched future
masterlist | tw. murder, genocide, blood.
it's the type of sadness that makes you want to stare at the wall for hours. the type that makes the silence loud enough for it to echo through your ribcage. after all, what can you do? it's only fitting considering the given situation.
they say some truths only tragedy can teach. maybe you should have understood that when he came your way, with his long hair and that grin plastered on his face. the doom that he brought along with him when he came in with his blood stained hands and you felt your lungs close, your heart drop. you wondered if he had always been like this.
“why did you do it?” you ask. getou doesn't reply. he just falls back into the couch. “i’ll have to report you,” you continue, thinking it's better to lay out the truth.
“i know,” he mumbles. he's been so selfish hasn't he? he didn't think about you for a second. he didn't think about the future you two were going to share. he did what he wanted to do.
“you could have told me, suguru,” your jaw tightens. “we could have done something together–we could have fought together!” your voice raises and suguru just stares at you.
how could he tell you that he didn't want to entangle you in all of this. the blood on his hands is solely his. his treachery is not your responsibility, no, he could never let you take the fall for it.
“i don't want you to take the blame for all this. for my wrongdoing.”
“then tell me how's this any better?” you respond. “i’m losing either way. I report you–i lose the love of my life. I don't report you–i become an accessory to murder,” you continue. “and don't even get me started on the innocent people that are dead,” you cry out.
love is so short, isn't it? and forgetting, so long, so painful. it latches itself onto your skin like a parasite, eating you up from the inside. you only ever find out when you begin to lose your humanity and attack everyone else.
suguru watches the tears slide down your face, bringing his finger to wipe them. “i’m sorry, love,” he mutters, pressing his forehead to yours. “i should have thought more about us,” he admits. “but when I saw what they were doing to our kind, i couldn't stand to see it anymore.”
greeted with silence, he presses a kiss to your lips. a fleeting reminder of your shared love.
“but you didn't,” you whisper. and getou knows, he's lost it all.
