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Hnn…
I think this is the second to last chapter…
And I have so much to update…
-worries-
Losing Her
You decide you love her most when you are inside her, and she is moving on top of you.
You decide you love your name most when it is moaned from her lips.
The rhythm you move with her is overwhelming, both slow and fast, perfect and yet so wrong. You cannot take your eyes off hers as she gazes at you, though only half of the wonderful orbs are showing and you can hardly keep conscious thought.
Inside you wonder why she is doing this, but soon all of your carefully constructed logic disintegrates as everything dissolves into pure, disgusting pleasure.
She lies with you afterwards, but cannot meet your eye. She keeps her gaze above, on something you cannot see. You want to reach out and touch her, to somehow keep a hold on this wonderful moment, but you somehow feel that she does not wish to know you.
You know it is all pretence for him.
You realise you have long since lost her.
She is long since gone.
All you can do is watch as he breaks her heart, and secretly know that it is your fault she suffers so, and there is absolutely nothing you can do for her beside hold her as she cries.
You have been doing that too much of late.
Never again do you get to see that love in her eyes. Never again do you hear your name parted lovingly from those small lips, though out of regret it enters your ears more than you ever could want. You watch as the child you loved – the woman you loved – turns into something so monstrous you dare not even name it.
It is vengeance, and you hate it.
Her life, once motivated by her quest for love and her undying love to all those she has dear, is replaced by an overwhelming urge to be revenged upon those she hates. And because she can no longer understand love, she does not see it any more; she does not see the love between her Juunishi as right, as whole. She no longer can understand the emotions you feel for her, and she does not understand the hatred she feels when she realises her misconceptions.
She is swallowed by hate, and you cannot save her now.
You can only watch as she destroys herself and those you love; your childhood friends are reduced to rubble around your feet, as she glares at them from some podium she has constructed in her mind.
Yet the podium is paper, and a gust of wind can send her toppling to the ground.
You can only be there to catch her as she falls.
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Akito is so misunderstood.
