#juritsu

One day, my muse disappears without a trace. Send ✉ for the letter your muse receives from mine years later.

Dear Jurina,

          You're probably wondering where I ran off to, right? But, first, how are you? Are you eating right? Taking baths daily, getting alright amounts of sleep? Since I am not there, I am unable to take care of you properly and make sure these things are taken care of. Which brings us back to my initial subject of this letter. You told me to leave, so I did. You told me you never wanted to see me again, so I made that possible. I figured this is what you had wanted, due to he excessive amount of "leaves" coming from you. It has happened more than once. Tell your mother I'm sorry. I know how much she wanted someone to take care of you with the lack of her's or your father's presence.

           I'm sorry.

           But this is what you wanted, and I am only here to follow orders.

           Most importantly, take care of your heart. It needs you the most, and you need it the most.

           I hope that you someday find someone worth your while.

my back hurts so bad ignore the missing eye 

            And one more just to make sure.

                                       Tap. 

            Every second waited was another felt with bone crushing anxiety. As if it were actually possible for an object with zero aptitude to experience such a thing. "Is it alright If I come in?" The edge of her ear pressed against the door's wooden center, hand fit and snug around the knob for quick access. "I'm coming in. Alright?" An inch into the door's crevice upon opening, and the aroma of a various amounts of disinfectants was enough to make her eyes water. She hated that smell. Loathed it. The fact it had tied in with only hospitals was enough to keep her distance from it even more. 

             Her eyes ran over the small expanse of room. With monitors on one side, chairs on the other. Like a scanner for printers, only the crappy kind. The kind in which the paper ran through with half black and white ink, half colored.

              Rena didn't understand why this was happening to begin with. Or more like she refused. Her hands trembled with the grocery bag held in them, wrinkling the plastic to whole new, unnecessary levels. "I brought you the food you asked for..tuna right? And salmon. Is it really alright for you to be eating these sorts of things? Onigiri? You'll be okay, right?" 

And I'll let you do just that. 

       Rena visually tended to the gash running up and down her forearm. Every fluid and every key piece of steel falling out in groups that only furthered every worry to do the same. She was only trying to do the right thing, Rena was. Putting up a simple dish to which Jurina could hardly reach, despite their height similarities. She only wanted to try and help the girl and avoid future troubles, avoid having to take time out of their well spent day to put up one measly plate.

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