I normally don't ship this but I was watching IchirakuCosplay on YouTube and I shipped it long enough to write this story :)
*Drip*
*Drip*
*Drip*
I deserved this. I knew I did...so, why was it so hard for me to handle? I guess I saw this coming all along. He couldn't stay forever and have a perfect fairy tale life together. We were from separate worlds, we could never survive a night in the cold.
*images of us hugging and being sickeningly sweet filled my mind. As the blood slid down my arm pooling in my hand and hitting the cold concrete floor with a 'drip'*
It was enough to make me nauseous. I hated myself for being stupid enough to fall for him. 'How could I let this happen? I'm a grim reaper for death's sake a DEATH GOD. I'm not supposed to get hurt..my heart's not supposed to be broken' I knew this day was going to come starting from the first day..so why, when he leaned to kiss me, why didn't I walk away? His lips were inviting, sweet and kind... Nothing like the Soul I had known before. Maybe it was his hair wild, asymmetric, and free. He was the fire and adventure I'd been craving my entire life. Maybe it was his eyes watching intently with the fire displayed in them or maybe, just maybe, it was his 'I don't give a fuck' attitude. Whatever it was, I had definitely fallen for the boy.
'Dammit dammit dammit!' I yelled as my fist collided with the mirror as a got a glimpse of how much of a mess Soul left me in. Glass shot into my hand and crashed onto the floor near my feet. Defeated I sat back down tending to my bloodied knuckle. Staring at all the blood around me something shiny and sharp caught my eye. The shard from the mirror was calling me, beckoning to become the ink to my canvas. I attempted to shoot down that thought by scooting it away from me. It only shined brighter and stuck out more in the bloody mess around it. Like a diamond in the rough. Perfectly disguised beauty. 'It's never gonna work out.' You're too weird.' There's something wrong with you. It'd be better if you weren't here' hearing the cruel words from my peers, the people I trusted. 'Your OCD is holding you back, how're you ever going to be a Shinagami if you're like this?' Even my father seemed to be against me. This was the deciding moment
'S'
I started my story on my canvas. Making it completely symmetrical on either arm. Wincing at the pain and the blood pouring from my letter I kept going thinking of him.
'O'
I continued my story. Everyone was going to know who's fault this is. I thought of every lie I'd heard. 'You're perfect'
'U'
This was it do or die. I chose the later one. My story was almost complete.
'L'
As my vision became hazy I decided to get up and write a note explaining and apologizing for this.
'Ugh' I struggled to stand up only to fall back down slipping and sliding I came to my senses, 'This is a lot of blood.' "SHIT!" I panicked. Holy shit that hurts. Crying I banged on the door until my hand was numb..it was no use.. I was alone..as my vision blurred and it became harder to sit up, I wrote my last words on the pale white bathroom door. Writing with my blood in the middle of the door for symmetry I wrote "I'm sorry" I fell to the floor my head feeling too heavy to lift up. "I love you" I whispered to seemingly no one as I slipped into the blackness.