[that might be the answer in another place, but it is not the answer here.
she gets angrier, almost. he doesn't scream, and she tries harder. destroy it. his legs are a mess by the end of it, and... she starts to slow.
starts to look horrified. but she can't stop herself. she can't. and multicolored neon tears streak down her face as she realizes she has no control. she never did. she looks like she might be sick, as she backs up, shoes covered in blood and gore. she trips. falls, hits the ground, and - stares.
for a long moment, that's all she can do, until - jerkily, like a puppet, she's forced back up, wobbling over to atsushi once more.
she rips a knife from his palm.
whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. his family. his friends, the people he's called home. but he can't make out what they're saying. they're leaving. leaving him. they have no use for trash like this. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. maybe this is the way it was supposed to be.
vin brings the knife up, and brings it down, right through atsushi's heart.
and, as his world goes dark, he sees her turn the knife on herself.]
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saturations) wrote2022-02-21 11:38 am
cw: suicide
she gets angrier, almost. he doesn't scream, and she tries harder. destroy it. his legs are a mess by the end of it, and... she starts to slow.
starts to look horrified. but she can't stop herself. she can't. and multicolored neon tears streak down her face as she realizes she has no control. she never did. she looks like she might be sick, as she backs up, shoes covered in blood and gore. she trips. falls, hits the ground, and - stares.
for a long moment, that's all she can do, until - jerkily, like a puppet, she's forced back up, wobbling over to atsushi once more.
she rips a knife from his palm.
whispers gather around the edges of the two of them, indecipherable but for a few. familiar voices. his family. his friends, the people he's called home. but he can't make out what they're saying. they're leaving. leaving him. they have no use for trash like this. and there was something you were supposed to remember, but even now, you can't reach it. maybe it's safer behind closed doors, anyway. maybe this is the way it was supposed to be.
vin brings the knife up, and brings it down, right through atsushi's heart.
and, as his world goes dark, he sees her turn the knife on herself.]