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Still sulking.
Shiro hadn't moved from the sofa-bed for days; she'd curled herself into a ball and ignored everything. The phone, the door, her own need for food…
'There's nothing to eat anyway, is there.'
Some things just couldn't be totally ignored though. Shiro sighed and closed her eyes; the shop was already dark, as usual, but she'd added to that darkness by hiding under her cover. She could barely breathe under the thick sheet and the shop felt cold; she pulled her knees closer to her chest and buried her face in them.
'Poor, poor Shiro. No reason to exist anymore, huh? Kyrie doesn't need you to protect her since she has the real Nero and all…'
"…."
'Do you think Dante will be sickened? Heck, what will Nero think?'
And there's that feeling…that…heavy sinking feeling in her chest making her feel empty.
So.
Fucking.
Empty.
Risho chuckles and Shiro feels an all too familiar pain in her chest. It burns, and Risho's laughter is getting louder and louder, echoing in her ears.
'It's my turn, honey.'
Blue eyes open to a void of darkness, nothing but black in every direction as far as she can see, and she sighs again. Eyelids fall over the orbs once more and she just lays there.
She doesn't care anymore.