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Sugawara Koushi

ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING

TW: mentions of self harm, suicide and violence.

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Listen before I go - Billie Eilish

I can't remember when this began. My memory is faulty.

The deep lines paint my arms and legs in red.

I am and artist and this is my masterpiece. It is my legacy and the mark I will leave on this world.

The thought alone is the only thing capable of bringing a smile to my face.

That is quiet sad now that I think about it.

No matter, there are bigger matters at hand.

I have spent all of last night devising a plan for the next three weeks.

I will write a letter each day that will contain an explanation and an apology.

My entire body is filled to the brim with adrenaline and anticipation.

I get up off the floor of my bathroom and clean the red dots off the tiled floor. I wash off my art and cover it up with my school uniform.

I know I should properly clean and dress the wounds but I like the feeling of cloth rubbing against the marks and irritating the skin.

It is calming.

I step out of my home into the biting winter air. I breathe in and sigh out.

3 more weeks.

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I step into school and duck my head as to not draw attention. My plan would not work if one of them notices.

I trudge into class and turn to my left.

Sitting there as always is Suga-kun.

He is the only classmate I have who knows my name and speaks to me regularly.

I know he doesn't dwell on our small interaction but I do. I spend countless hours pondering the small conversations and gestures between us.

They are all normal and mundane things such as goodmorning and a small wave as we pass by each other.

Whenever he greets me with his friends I can hear them tease him after.

It always break my heart a little knowing that he's probably embarrassed by being associated with me. But I do not blame him.

Anybody would be. I'm just sorry he has to endure it on my behalf.

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Three days after I devised my plan strange things start occurring.

Every morning for the past two days a small note was left on my desk.

The first reads;

Goodmorning,

I hope you slept well. You looked breath taking yesterday. I couldn't stop staring, the teacher even scolded me after class for being distracted. I admire you greatly, but only from afar. You do not seem to enjoy interactions with others, so I have kept my distance.