"Fuck you, Saru, you shitty monkey.
The day you fucking left us was the day you made your death wish.
Didn't we mean a thing to you, Saru.
DIDN'T WE MEAN FUCKING ANYTHING?!
...
Didn't I mean anything?
Ha. Look at the mess you've made of me.
When did I become a little middle school girl shitting out all her feelings in her oh-so-precious diary.
When did I become nothing...
URGH! Forget I said anything.
Well, why bother when you're never going to see this anyways, right?
I can say whatever the hell I want to say.
Well, here goes fucking nothing, asshole. HOPE YOU'RE READY.
YOU'RE A LYING, CHEATING, TWO-TIMING ASSHOLE WHO WANTS TO SEE MY WORLD BURN.
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE PILLAR TO MY FUCKING WORLD, YOU SHITTY MONKEY, NOT A...
Not an opponent.
...
I'm just going to pretend I NEVER wrote this.
It doesn't sound like me at all, huh, Saru.
You'd probably laugh your fucking face off if you saw this.
WELL LAUGH, ASSHOLE, LAUGH."
Misaki jumped up from his stool at the bar, his spiking aura causing the pen in his hand to crumple into a useless piece of plastic and splashing blue ink all over his hands.
The orange-haired male watched in stunned silence as spilt blue ink trickled down from his clenched fist, spilling onto the floor and splattering the plush carpet beneath his feet.
Along with his tears.
Tears streamed down from his chocolate brown eyes and fell to join the ink falling into the carpet. The two liquids mixed together to combine a weird, diluted blue solution and the short boy let out a choked sob.
'What have you done to me.'
