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Rust
February 4 / when all the world dissolves
They were a multitude, the raindrops.
They came in tiny, crowding slivers, bodiless serrations that carved up the world into words, gibberish. It was a wild night, but the massive ocean liner remained stoic in the face of the storm, bobbing up and down the irascible waters.
Domyouji Tsukasa, able to throw as destructive a tantrum, stood under the whipping rain, as if the last man standing, the lone survivor of the end. No steely resolve--he wasn't a martyr---and none of his towering self-confidence. It was a simple decision he finally made, for once, for somebody else's best.
"Do you think I need a man to be happy?" she demanded, shrill as the wind.
Amidst thunder and lighting, he was left gaping, left with a fatal notion:
She was right. Ore-sama wasn't just "a man."
The world continued to run, but the indigos and blues didn't wash away.
It stained.
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