✨10,000 Little Love Letters✨ ~soulmate amaguji~

~ peace at long last ~

! korekiyo POV !

kiyo-chan.

i walk home, staring down at my own feet as i always did. always avoiding eye contact, avoiding the stares, avoiding the insults. it didn't make them go away, but it helped.

the city lights beam upon me, i can imagine giving me a look that a killer may have. where the shadow casts across your entire face, leaving your eyes to do the talking. and unfortunately, my eyes weren't kind. they were that of a killer's, all of me was.

korekiyo shinguji is a killer.

a disgusting human being that others despised and feared.

every eye that met mine was afraid. as i took the sickle and grew closer, their eyes widened. every innocent woman that was taken too soon. a case that ended up on the news and made others cry, her friends cry, her family cry, made me cry. though, i don't deserve to weep for the dead.

in my hands rested a notebook, leather and worn. the pages blood-stained, tear-stained. and inside were tally marks.

5... 10... 15...

i still remember them well.

30... 35... 40...

every victim was trembling, crying, and yelling until their voice ran dry. begging me to put the weapon down.

55... 60... 65...

many had families, and it burdened me. i know what it was like to lose someone... though there must be love in the victim's family. for me, i could never say the same.

and yet.

75... 80... 85...

i did it all for her. this isn't my life to choose. it's hers. hers, hers, hers, hers.

90... 95... 99.

one more. one more is all she asks, and then i can finally be at peace. a feeling i haven't felt in so long... except today.

today was different. the days were no longer dark and cold, rather bright and warm. the boy was so warm... peace and bliss at its core. i wrap the jacket tighter around myself, breathing slowly. it still smells like him and makes me feel bubbly inside. he seems to rub off on me, is all. the gesture was cute, giving me his jacket. to keep, no less. i fidget around in the pockets, warm and soft. like the feeling of holding someone's hand for the first time. however, my fingers run over a rough texture. i pull out a small paper, reading it softly to myself.

if lost, give it to rantaro ! (xxx-xxx)

i pause, stopping outside of my apartment and gazing down at the paper. should... i call him? would he like that? we are friends, after all.

i run my fingers over the paper, closing my eyes and breathing in the familiar scent of his jacket.

and the next thing i know, the phone is ringing.

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"heya! its rantaro!"

shit.

"a-apologies! i got your number... from a classmate. i didn't get the time to ask."

yeah, smooth one.

"oh its kiyo-chan! glad you called me, i was pretty bored and wanted to talk to a friend." he chuckles from the other side of the call, somehow just as melodic as it always is.

"ah... then i would be delighted to speak with you."

i turn the key, opening my door.

"heh, i actually just wrote a letter to my soulmate! i hope he gets it..."

chime!

"what a coincidence, i just got one. i hope your soulmate gets your letter."

"oh awesome! imagine if we were soulmates--" he pauses, "not to assume you're into dudes or anything! i'm sorry!!"

i hear a familiar pair of footsteps behind me, a sign that my sister had come home.

"ah..."

"...kiyo-chan? did i upset you?"

the footsteps grow closer and closer, making my head pound and my heart race.

"...kiyo-chan?"

the footsteps grow even closer until i feel a terrifying presence towering over me, sending me over the edge and panicking me more.

"...i'm sorry."

call ended.

"...and i'm sorry to you too, sister."