Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. Maki Murakami does.
A/N: Ties into entry 29, "Tied: Shuichi". No
Prompt: Mental aftermath. Yuki reflects.
Rating: T
Tied: Yuki
Do you know what it's like to realize you've done something horrible?
That you've hurt someone, that you're responsible for their pain? You want to … hurt. Not hurt yourself, because you don't deserve that, but to just feel pain. To take the agony that they are feeling and magnify it by a thousand, and hold it onto yourself and scream and writhe until you're bled dry and broken and still alive because you don't deserve the mercy of death.
He sleeps on my bed at night like I can save him. Screams in my pillows in the quiet hours of early morning while I fail him.
I look at him and it's like staring into an old photograph – everything I see in his eyes I've seen in my own. He's dying, peeling away his flesh, and he'll keep doing it until he's stripped bare of tainted flesh and nothing but a pile of torture in the corner of a room, a living corpse of shuddering breaths.
Staring at you because you let it happen.
He shivers when I hold him, flinches when I yell, and tells me he loves me before he falls asleep.
When he tells me it's his fault, I agree.
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Note: These ones have been short. I'll bring along some longer ones, I promise.
Part 2 of 3.