#unfort

Micro Story Prompts: don't leave

She breaks after Mukuro takes his heart.

(This is necessary; she tells herself this - she told herself this - and she will tell herself this again; this is necessary, this is part of the plan; but it didn't need to be part of the plan; she didn't need to--)

((She didn't need to do any of this, but she does it anyway - DID it anyway - WILL DO it anyway.))

After Mukuro takes his heart, after she leaves with the unspoken understanding that the other body will be addressed later (this is necessary, she tells herself, but there is literally another corpse right there), the part of herself that should be DEAD crumbles next to his body (the one you kicked until his perfect face was broken beyond recognition) and drags what is left of him to her, cradles it against her, the remnants of his head against her chest (brain matter on her skin mixed with blood the color of her hair, of her eyes)--

"Don't leave me," she whispers, brushing his hair back, pressing a kiss to what can't even be called a skull anymore. "You promised you would never leave me. So don't. Don't."

Strands of his hair wind, bloody, around her neck; she considers - people once made jewelry from hair, for mourning, for bonds eternal - and there is so much of it here.

(When she starts wearing the choker, no one notices, no one gets close enough to be able to tell that it's nothing more than hair, woven tight against her skin.)