#makoto...

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                                             ..................--CRACK!!!!

If Sae didn’t know any better, she’d have been CONVINCED her heart was ACTUALLY BREAKING. But even with such an act being a metaphor her chest STILL. FUCKING. HURT. Felt like an anvil had been dropped upon it -- Crushing her sternum completely. Organs included. That was why she COULDN’T BREATHE. Why her heart KILLED. And yet still... There was a nasty little STAB from the inside of her own skull. BETRAYED BY HER OWN CONSCIENCE. -...Is this NEWS TO YOU?- It said. -...No.- Sae replied. It wasn’t news. But she had a sneaking suspicion that only made it hurt EVER MORE SO. “Nothing makes you sadder...?” Maybe she could’ve taken that as a POSITIVE had she treated Makoto better. Influence of emotions were a RARITY. And it was true that the only girl important enough to make her feel BAD was Makoto Niijima. But it wasn’t just about LIFE’S EMOTIONS between the two of them right now. No... Makoto wasn’t sad because sometimes Sae wasn’t PERFECT and that HURT Makoto. No. There was no way it was because of THAT. -No. No. No.- Her little sister was sad because her elder sibling and legal guardian had spent years NEGLECTING & ABUSING HER. And now that Makoto had found someone who didn’t do EITHER of those things. Sae was OBSESSIVELY, POSSESSIVELY -(PSYCHOPATHICALLY.)- exerting the will she had ALWAYS HAD over Makoto’s happiness to tear her away from that certain someone. And reclaim Makoto’s bleeding emotions as HER OWN. In short...

                                                                  “I’m sorry...”

I don’t even know what to caption this.