𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕪 | 𝚂𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗, 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘

𝟠.

"Come on, don't be like that !" insisted Sahan.

Honestly I didn't want to come out of the dorms. I've been lying on my mattress since we got back from the castle, which means I've been there for around three hours. And I needed more time alone. I couldn't stop thinking about him, about me. About him with her.

Him with her.

That's fitting. Look who's jealous now. I wanted to hit myself for feeling like this, feeling for him who isn't even human and a thousand years old, who kills whoever he chooses, who massacred my whole bloodline, who wants to hurt me. Look at me letting him creep inside my mind...

 I was broken before I met him, I never stood a chance.

"Don't sulk over it," said Gyatso, pulling me out of my thoughts. "You're not dead yet cutie pie."

Sahan's forehead creased. "Yeah that's weird he didn't come to fuck you up already."

I shrugged.

Gyatso waggled his eyebrows. "Maybe he's busy with the sExY red hair ?"

I got up. I knew they wanted to cheer me up, but they couldn't do it if I didn't tell them what was really happening inside my mind. And I couldn't do that.

"I'm gonna take a walk." I declared, heading for the door.

"We're coming with you !" they exclaimed together.

I raised my hand. "I want to be alone guys, please ?"

They exchanged glances, I could see them being concerned for me. It warmed my heart, a little.

With a smile I left the dorm and headed out.

The sun enveloped me in its heat as I walked in a random direction. I liked how much green space there was in this world. Back home, concrete is everywhere. But here, it's the other way around, it feels like we're just nature's guest. I took off my shoes. The grass tickled my soles, and it felt good. I took deep breaths, looking up at the sky. The birds were chirping as the sun started to set for the day.

My random walk took me to paradise. An old japanese shrine towered over me on a hill surrounded by a big pound. Japanese koi were coloring the water with dozens of shades from red to blue, surrounded by red spider lilies, the japanese hell flower. Their presence surrounding the shrine was fitting. Where was I ? Hell, or Heaven ?

I put my shoes back on and hesitantly set foot on the old wooden bridge which resembled a lot the one we passed with Sukuna when he brought me in.

A tear fell down my cheek as I reminisced.

Reminisced in what ? I thought to myself. I should look back at what had happened with pure disgust and fear, but I couldn't bring myself to it. I had been afraid and hurt. I cried in pain and sorrow. I did. But not when he touched me, not when he was close enough for me to touch him back, when it was just him and me.

I wondered if it was his plan all along, the ultimate torture. Getting me to feel for him. If it was, I didn't see it coming, and congratulations were in order because I felt myself falling.

The wind carried the sounds of someone descending from the shrine. Each step down the stairs resonated. I kept walking toward the shrine to see who it was, because if it was a monk, I sure sought guidance, a lot of it.