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【𝓞𝓫𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓲】

↠Fem Reader
↠Angst

Word Count - 524
Flipendulous - Published 04/24/21

Flipendulous: Hanging by a thread.
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The phrase 'I love you' provoked the most blessed feeling, filling one's body with warmth—the most powerful emotion one could feel. Heart fluttering and cheeks dusting rosy pink in desire, it all was a wonderful feeling, no?

The way it held your poor heart in its taunting clutch, making it swell—only to ache. Beating so fast, thundering hard against your chest, it felt more like a sickening thud with each pulse. But why? Those three innocent words could never elicit a single darkened emotion like this. You saw, you heard those words leave your admirer's lips, yet they didn't quite travel to you.

"R-Really?"

Your palms suddenly never felt so cold, dripping in a cold sweat as those heterochromia eyes never met your own. Really, your face could rival the flames of a certain Hashira's, yet all the color seemed to drain away.

"...You mean it?"

The single nod made your head spin, the familiar acidic taste rising to your tongue. Was it the way your head was rivaling the own furious pounding of your heart, or was it because of the fresh tears pricking cold at your eyes. You felt sick—just utterly sick.

"Yes."

The world still spinning—spinning, you grabbed a tight fistful of hair as if it'd tether you back to reality. Clutching tight at the lapels of your uniform, the fast thrumming pulse never once slowed. If you witnessed any more of this you'd surely be unable to hold the sob that wanted to break past your lips, yet you still watched.

Your eyes couldn't dare tear away.

The way his name left her lips in such a gentle tone—that could never be bested by your own. Such sparkling emerald fondness in innocent eyes, her smile was wide as can be. True unrivaled beauty, grace, perfectness that couldn't possibly be matched.

Why did you think you even had a chance when you look at him now, amongst the pain and cruelty of it all—when his eyes sparkle with such fondness, such requited love? That finally sparked some sense into you.

Ah, requited love.

Through the bleary tears of it all you noticed how his eyes never once captured your own withering form. He was so focused, so entranced with her. But you thought you were so entranced with him, her bubbly figure only continued to ruin that perfect image for you. Every loving glance turned so venomous in an instant.

Denial was hard to face, with such pure dejection—pure rage spilled from you. Bubbling down your cheeks, hands locked tight against your quivering lips, you just barely fell behind the protection of the estate's wall before he moved closer.

The gentle notion of capturing her hands hadn't escaped you, and you didn't want to experience the next gesture mocking you. Your heart couldn't take any more of this long-awaited torture, shattering long ago when you first noticed the inevitable fate of yours.

Lonely, empty, unrequited.

Iguro Obanai's heart was not yours—never once had it been.

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