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NEVER TRUST A WOMAN WHO HAS RISEN FROM HELL AND MADE PEOPLE HER PAWNS.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Y/N laughed as tears fell from her eyes. Her laugh was cold and without feelings. She was laughing at herself. Her fate. May the ones who lie have their souls ripped, for she never loved someone as she did love him. The audience or rather people who had come to pay their condolences, could now only stare at the remnants of the girl she once were. Were there any fragment of the girl they once knew alive anymore?
Strange how things are taken for granted until it's snatched from their grasps and they realize how much they have lost. A funeral for the dead it may seem. A funeral to pay their respects and goodbyes to the person in the coffin.
For her this may as well be her own funeral. What had she done for the Gods to rip her away from everything she had and leaving her with nothing but ashes. If despair be a human, it would be her. If sadness be a person, it'd be her.
If dead were a person, it'd be Y/N Dazai.
For someone who has lost her soul and fragments of her, could her mind ever repair itself. Where had it gone wrong? Why had it gone wrong? Why had she been the one to live? Why was it not her who lay in the coffin?
Her drenched silhouette that sat upon the wet ground as people looked at her in pity and guilt was something she had not thought of. She had fulfilled every task, every role, every demand so why was her only wish, her only desire, snatched away?
"It's time to go, Y/N. You'll get sick if you stay here any longer."
How cruel it was that the voice that gave her peace now made her wish to vomit. Tell the Gods that she cried. Tell the Gods that she was done. For a woman who had lost everything and left with nothing, would destroy worlds for she had nothing to live for.
Rain drops felt like pebbles hitting her skin. Water drip from her body as her palms bleed. Beware a woman who has died inside and becometh a shell. Frozen be her heart, frozen be her soul.
"It was all your fault."
A whisper, harsh and cold. People flinched as the grips upon their umbrella's tightened. Green eyes blazing with hatred and anger looked up and God save those who were to fall victim to her gaze.
"You don't mean that...."
He never thought she would accuse him. Not like this. Not staring at him, as if he were some vile creature whom she had intended to kill.
"You are the reason for his death."
Voice as cold as the deepest of the oceans. Gaze unwavering as she staggered to her feet. Eyes filled with worry watched her as she pushed away any one who dares to help her.
"It wasn't his fault, Y/N. He's just a kid."
"So am I." She said, voice filled with venoms so poisonous it made theirs throat feel parched.
"I'm sorry senpai–"
"Your pitiful, meaningless apologies will not bring the dead to life." She spoke and Gods knew how much it ached her as she gazed at those brown eyes that she once adored.
"I supported you, stood by your side when everyone thought you wouldn't make it. In return, you cause the demise of the reason I live."
He flinched. She looked up as silver hair came to her view and grabbed her shoulders.
"Snap out of it Y/N! You're hurting them with your words. Please don't do anything you'd regret." He spoke and his blue eyes widened as laughter erupts from her.
"You see Toya,"
He froze, everyone did. Her gaze cold as ice and the green within them seeming black. She was gone too far.
"I have no one and nothing to care about. You know what I regret?" She asked with an almost maniacal smile as she pushed away his hands.
"I regret ever meeting any of you."
The thread that was hanging on a thin grip broke. It was far too late for things to return to how they were.
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BEFORE THE PRESENT TIME. BEFORE THE DEMISE.
Y/N washed up and got her things ready for the match against Shiratorizawa. It was time. Tomorrow they either win it or lose it all. Her presence had cause what would be known as the butterfly effect. Her very existence within this world had thrown it off balance.
The doorbell rang as she walked to open it. She was in the middle of checking her phone as she opened the doors not realizing who it was.
"Yeah how many I help you?" She asked eyes on her phone.
"I remember telling you to always check through the hole before opening the door Princess."
She froze. Phone hitting the floor as she slowly looked up. Tears fell as her hands cupped her mouth and smirk upon the maroon haired boy's face. She could barely say a word, her throat parched as she takes in his presence. Not a mirage, not a hallucination. He was here. She had found him. He had found her.
