Hello everyone!
I know it doesn't make up for the long wait, but this is something I had written a long time ago, when contemplaiting the many possibilities and potential development for the story Inferno. It's short and it doesn't give much away, but I hope you still got to enjoy it.
Pairing: Makishima/OC (Shiori)
Cold fingers
You seek pain like it's pleasure, like a work of art.
It's... beautiful.
I let out a shaky breath as my fingers grew cold. I wrapped his coat around my body, tightly. Who would have thought we would have ended this way?
I looked down at the pictures at my feet. I felt like screaming and crying. I wanted to break things, to trash the entire room. But I remained silent, motionless, digging my nails into the palm of my hand. I had been so blind. So stupid. So naïve. I gazed around the room, not seeing anything. Then my eyes fell on the reflecting surface. I hated what I saw. Those sad puffy eyes, impregnated with red, looking back at me. That broken expression on my face. That was the look of someone who'd been betrayed over and over, and yet... here I was. I didn't deserve to feel sorry for myself. I had been tainted with red and black.
I reached for the pocket of the coat and grabbed the crumpled photograph. I forced myself to look at it and bit my lip, hard. That face had been burned with fire on my memory. It was too painful to look at it now. Even more painful was to read the words underneath the frame. Words that had been written by me, a long time ago. I still could read:
Don't trust his lies.
And yet... here I was.
This little drabble is not part of the story, I'm just playing out different scenarios in my head, exploring possible outcomes for Shiori's and Makishima's relationship. Let me know what you thought of it and how you see the finale of this tragic lovers. I'll get back on the story ASAP! Promise!
See you around~