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Tick tick tick, the sound the clock makes 24/7
2:30 in the morning staring at the ceiling thinking about all of the things I could have done differently, things I could have said to make everything better. Nothing will change the past I suppose, not the pain, rekindled friendships, or trauma could change the awful things I’ve done to them so what’s the point in thinking about it?
Tick tick tick
Tick tick tick
Shuichi Saihara the love of my life, laying next to me asleep.
It’s funny isn’t it.
Nothing they said made sense, erasing our memories for the game only to give them back after all the trauma we went through. I don’t remember walking into Danganronpa HQ and putting on that VR headset, and I don’t remember why I acted like I did in the game, if you could even call it that. I do remember meeting my beloved though, before the game. People on the internet like to believe he was some kind of obsessive murderer when in reality, he was just a lonely teen who needed a hug, a friend of some sort. Having neglectful, and honestly kinda abusive parents for the first 12 years of life would mess someone up, at least a little. It must be hard, dealing with trauma from the game on top of a shity ass childhood, he’s sad, there’s anguish in his eyes when he’s around his friends despite the smile plastered on his face, and fear on his face as he plays with the food on his plate.
I remember that smile when I told him we were friends, that I cared for him deeper than any other in the entire world.
I miss it
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
He’s crying, I hear him, he’s always been bad at being quiet when crying hasn’t he.
No matter how hard he try’s to suppress it, I’ll hear it
I turn my body so it’s facing his back
“Shu…Can you turn over so I can see you beloved?” After a moment he flips, his face covered in tears “I- I’m sorry I woke you up Kokichi…” I take my hand and run it through his dark blue hair “ I love you Shuichi, I don’t care. Besides you didn’t wake me up, your gonna be okay, I promise” I hold him tightly as he sobs into my chest, and while it’s kinda weird considering I’m shorter than him, I don’t mind. He’s not okay, I’m not okay, Not a single person in our class is okay after everything we’ve been through. I know us though, we’ll be okay one day, and I don’t need a white board or secret clues given by a monochrome bear to know that.