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                    “ℳAHIRU... Is there something you want to tell me with these SUGGESTIVE videos?”

‘ LIVESTOCK, what are you doing outside of your pen. It’s truly annoying when you don’t listen.  💔 ‘ Uzi let out a soft sigh as his hands twitched against his side, biting his lip. Craving the desire to wrap his long delicate fingers along her neck, and give it a soft squeeze. 

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                  The saying was true.

      you never truly realise what you have until they disappear. Much like how sand seeps betwixt fingers once clenched too hard. One tends to undervalue others when they’re still around, only missing their presence one the latter is completely a b s e n t. 

    Oh please tell me how this all works.

              Broken in the midst of this world yet a smile would still be plastered upon coutenance; a smile which would convey that he was b l i n d to it all. He was gradually growing transparent and disappearing -- losing individuals he CARED for without having a p r o p e r opportunity to bid his farewells.

    ....

      Endlessly wrapping through his physique and mentality was an distasteful solitude. As he stands there looking down upon her grave, optics covered by the shadows that were graced by chocolate locks, digits would clench upon a small, alien keychain before he gingerly puts it on top of her grave.

my full vivid self, don’t ever forget about me -- PLEASE don’t ever forget about me.

           ----- Don’t leave me alone, AGAIN.

     That was when memories would come rushing throughout his mind -- BURNT and consolidated within the depths of his hippocampus as lithe fingers would fidget with unease. From their days of the ludicrous pick up line war, to the day of purchasing a melange of different articles of clothing ( that he still adorns to this very day ), all the way to how they would BOTH get protective with one another whenever the latter decides to elucidate that disgusting fake smile. Oh they could read straight through one another -- much like translucent glass.

      An open book.

      Yet perhaps it was more than that. Perhaps the reason why he had been so... so S A D was because there were some lingering sentiments behind endeavors. C A R E was present, that he knew. But perhaps there was tenderness associated with that care.

      And he never got a chance to tell her. The boy who murdered love.

                    ʆuly 26th. It would’ve been a Friday like any other, when school ended early and Guren would be able to go home and either train or finish up his schoolwork. A day where he would finally have some time to himself because Shigure and Sayuri would have extra classes after school. But as it seemed, today wasn’t just an ordinary Friday. Today was her birthday, and despite the differences that separated them now, he couldn’t forget her birthday even if he wanted to. Even if he pretended with all his might, even if he lied through his teeth. But that wasn’t the point. Carrying the paper bag holding a single slice of strawberry shortcake in his hands, calloused from years of training, he set it down with a delicacy that was unexpected of someone of his caliber on the desk near the back of the empty classroom, knowing she would return here within the next hour or so.