In which Ruko Yokune learns just how far a person can go to prove their point, and just how terrifying it can be to fall in love with the person most likely to kill you.

"Dear Luka, It's been a while. How are you? Still running that small business of yours? I remember visiting you during my lunch break. You were so cute sitting behind the counter, half asleep in a cheap folding chair. I loved your little jewelry shop, even though you swore you hated it." A little thing I threw together. Rated for suicide and a somewhat dark theme throughout.