i have moved to yuuya @ ao3.

i've always felt that i was different, unique, special. you make me feel like trash.

my name (oh how i used to love hearing her say my name with such affection) tumbles past kiss-swollen lips, (she doesn't say it with affection this time. it comes out rushed, shocked.) and i watch as her eyes fill with horror and shame. her hands clutch onto the sleeves of the dress shirt of the man whose arms she had been lovingly held in. guilt makes her form tremble, shame makes her eyes water, and the man before her reacts almost the same way. 'why do you know my name?' i ask her, before turning my back to leave. she does not answer. of course she doesn't. i do not give her the opportunity to. i wouldn't believe the answer of a stranger after all.

she calls for my name once more, desperate, but i don't look back. she is nothing but a weird voice in my head, another one of the many voices that haunt my dreams. her petty promises of forever and always mean nothing to me now. it is such a shame though, i don't really want to leave that beautiful building, filled with so many beautiful memories - ah, but i'm starting to forget now - rooms that witnessed every scene, every wonderful moment, the emotions that were present in its walls. she will come back to nothing. her house, nothing. her belongings, lost in the fire that took away the symbol of our love, our forever.

i shouldn't have trusted her. i shouldn't have believed her. i allow myself a moment to cry, to let the make-up run, to let my hair fall, to let my tears fall on this dress (i'll have to burn it too, such a shame, it's very beautiful), to curse her and her fake promises.

it doesn't matter, because by the end of the night, when the sun rises once more, i'll be okay. i will always be okay.

always.

we are still immature
so we hurt someone everyday
but now we are doing our best to grow up

please forgive us.