❤ ( Maki giving a hug to Kaito??? )
acts of affection / accepting !
there was no emotion to express this feeling. relief. surprise. euphoria. anger. sadness. regret. they sloshed against her stomach, writhing into each other as they attempted to die in peace. nothing worked as well as that, nothing ever did.
they rose like bile. acid clawing at her throat and invisible hands knotting around her neck. all she could do was run. and run she did. she ran to that shadowy figure. one with that stupid haircut and that stupid jacket he never wore right and that stupid stupid stupid stupid smile that never changed, even in death.
‘ why didn’t you tell me ? ‘ she’d scream into void that’d catch her desperate calls in its clutches, and squeeze them out of her until she could speak no more. ( and even then, she’d still run. ) she could have helped him. everyone could have helped him. all he had to do was ask ! all he had to do was —-
and she stopped. her foot twitched. maki was face - to - face with a man who looked like he could laugh off all the pain any second, and she, too would feel happy. oh how she memorized his face, a man who’s feet never really belonged on the ground.
those doubts and questions she held —- the anger she felt, it had washed away as the moon willed the tide. and she would look to him once more, before capturing him in her arms.
she hadn’t even noticed she’d been crying. hot tears that fell from rubiline eyes, leaving trails that she thought only to be covered in blood. but she was wrong. he’d taught her that. he’d taught her —-
and her eyes open, and the only thing that remained was the dampness of her cheeks. another bad dream.
assassins-regret-moved-blog said: FEEDING ME ANGST AGAIN HUH
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