RIP Asahina
I'm still not over her death btw. So, this is my take on how Naegi feels after seeing her dead.
Red.
He first sees red, when he came to.
The confused part of him is aching.
Blood. Bloodied hand, why? What happened when they were asleep?
That is before he looks beside him, realization and dread dawning unto him.
Oh.
They were trying to frame him.
Asahina lay down beside him, dead.
She's dead and he's left with his blood red hand as he tries to grasp the unbearable feeling of seeing his friend, his dead friend.
Makoto feels as if the world is spinning, that nothing exists but him and her dead body right a few inches from him and he feels as if the life of him is drained out. How could she die?
How?
A stab to the chest, that is.
Why? Why her of all people?
He stares at her colorless body, thoughts still not able to be processed thoroughly.
She didn't deserve this.
She. Did. Not. Deserve. This.
Asahina was full of hope thinking that they would be always be together. She believes in their friendship. She fucking believed in his luck!
Makoto is not sure if he's sad or mad right now, so he closes his eyes, grits his teeth and grips his fists tighter because he honestly doesn't know what to feel right now. He's not sure but there is one thing he is sure of now.
He looks back at Asahina and prays that wherever she may be right now, she is happy.
(Thank you, Naegi.)
A tear slips down from the corner of his eye, a short moment of grieving, and stands strong on his resolve.
He will defeat despair once and for all.