Stop Lying || Saiouma

100k special

GUYS WTF 100K??? HUH?? also i spent the past twenty minutes scrolling through tiktok and found so many vids about this story.. sorry for making you cry like that im- ANYWAYS, i can't thank you all enough, but i can write something as a thank you i guess.. a special chapter about shuichi

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It's been around two years since Kokichi passed.

Every morning I wake up feeling a little bit cold, even when it's warm outside.

Maybe it's because I miss the feeling of waking up with Kokichi pressed against my chest, or maybe it's because I haven't been able to wear clothes to sleep, since they all smell like him.

But it's over now, school is.

I decided to move to the outskirts of the city, still being only a thirty minute bus ride away.

I thought about doing detective work, or continuing my study, but I had no motivation.

A newspaper company offered me a job, an internship where I could mostly work as a photographer, though it originally wasn't really my scene, I thought a change would be good.

All my classmates, my friends have found their plans for their future.

Kaede decided that instead of becoming a performer, she wanted to become a piano teacher, to help young children achieve their dreams, and support them for if their dreams ever changed.

Kaito is studying to become an astronaut, though it might take awhile, he's getting closer to the stars than he's ever been.

Everyone, my friends, people who helped me get to where I am, to where I managed to push myself to.

I felt happy seeing them be able to grow, to move on.

Even if a part of me was still tied to this school, the area, the places I was with him, I knew that if Kokichi saw this, he wouldn't be mad at us for moving on, he'd be happy.

Maybe that's a white lie I'm telling myself, but then again, he was the type to lie and not me.

Then again, it wasn't all lies.

It was fun.

Sometimes his lies were fun, sometimes they could brighten the mood, I just wish I could've seen more of the truth.

But what was the truth?

Could I have believed him when he said that he was telling the truth?

Those thoughts, painful ones that stung, ones I wouldn't be able to let go could be pushed away temporarily by one simple reassurance.

'I loved Kokichi, and that's enough.'

So now, I've packed all my things, I've called the owner of the apartment I'll be living in, I graduated earlier that week, I said my goodbyes, now it was just time to leave.

But first, I looked at the bed.

The couch.

I peeked through the bathroom door.

I tried keeping the images of these places in my mind, a memory or a story to tell in the future.

Places, even if they're insignificant to others, I held so dearly.

I would cherish the memories I had.

I wouldn't forget.

Because even though it hurt to have lost them, the source of these memories, I didn't regret a thing.