𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆

Lying down on my bed as my eyes wander around the room I once knew. Instead of being back at the dorms, I decided to go home. There was no way I could stay at the dorms when I couldn't be a sorcerer.

My room walls were painted a pastel pink; I've had it this colour since I was a baby. I couldn't be asked to change it, I was too busy doing other things like training and studying. When Geto and I were younger, I was always the one trying to catch up to him. He was so much stronger than me, and no matter how much I trained, I never got to his level. At some point, I even began to hate him for his strength and for the attention he got from our parents.

However, that hatred didn't last long as he began to help me every night when our parents were sleeping. One year, my parents forgot my birthday, so Geto sneaked us out to have a panic in the park under the night sky. That night was filled with giggles. The good old days.

But now I'm back in my childhood home with one leg. I felt like a failure to my parents. I told them I wanted to be a sorcerer, and they allowed me not to think much of it. They didn't believe I would be anything special, and I guess that's true, but I saved a life. No multiple lives; if that curse was ever let loosen, they would surely eat more people.

It's been a couple of months since I've moved here. I still keep in contact with Rio, and she is trying her best to climb to the top. Even with that scar on her face.

Gojo has visited me lots of times, and we've called lots. But now I'm home alone, grabbing my crutch and making my way to the main room. Suddenly, I heard a crash coming from the hallways, but before I could investigate, my brother walked in.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned as he stepped more into the room, and that's when I saw his bossy covered in blood. What happened to him? "Geto, are you okay?" I questioned again as I walked closer to him; however, that was a bad idea. When I was at arm's length, he grabbed my throat and slammed me against the wall.

"I can't breathe", I struggled to say, but he kept putting pressure on my throat. Fuck what was wrong with him. I can't believe my brother would try to kill me. Glancing into his eyes, pleading that he would stop. But his eyes were different; something was strange about him. I don't know what happened to him, but that wasn't important now.

My life was on the line.

I know he's stronger than me, but every boy has a weakness. Lifting my leg and slamming it against his jewel. Geto moved back and released me from his hold. Taking deep breaths as I moved away from him, I needed distance. "What the fuck are you doing?!" I shouted at him as he regained his strength back. I needed to get out of here; I don't know what he'll do to me if I don't run. Just as I was thinking of a plan to speak, my brother opened his mouth.

"(Y/N) I really pity you. You're weak, and there's nothing you could do about it. That's why they gave you a strong soulmate because who else would protect you" Geto spoke as he walked around the sofa while I tried to keep creating distance. What was he saying? Was he lying before? He only helped me train because he pitied me. Was that all it was?

The reason he took me out for my birthday was that he pitied me?

"You! My brother was supposed to protect me! That's what siblings are for, to protect each other," I shouted at him as a laugh escaped him. "Oh please, why would I help a weakling like you?" Another laugh left him as I stared at him in shock. Was this really my brother? What happened while I was out here? Gojo didn't say anything about him, but then again, he didn't come to see me since the hospital.

"I mean your girl after all, so no wonder you're weak" all logical thoughts flew out of my mind. How dare he say that? He knew that was triggering for me, especially when our parents treated us differently because of our gender. That motherfuckers.

"How dare you!?" I screamed before using my cursed energy to change my clothes; I need strength. Lots of strengths. My strength suit had been updated, so it was much more powerful than before. Let's go.

I waited as he rounded the sofa just so he was at arm's length now. I thought as I went to punch him; however, he caught it in his hand. "It's cute that you think you can defeat me. I mean, you're disabled afterall" my eyes were wide like the full moon that shone down on this fateful night. He twisted my arm and pressed it into my back before throwing my crutch out of my hand. Then he kneed my one leg down to the floor, so my face was flat on our wooden floors where we used to play all sorts of games when we were younger. I missed those days when he wasn't trying to kill or hurt me.

Soon a cold, sharp object pressed against my neck, "as your brother, I will grant you one more wish." He spoke proudly as if he had given me the best option. "Can I live?" I asked, hoping that this was all some test he set up. He didn't like my answer as he pressed it in more; a groan left me while my blood fell down my neck.

"Fine, then let me write a letter to Gojo," I said sadly, that my future with Gojo would be none. "Fine," Geto let go of me, and maybe I could have run to the door, but there was a huge chance I would die before I reached outside. I couldn't risk it when I had my last moment to talk to Gojo, my soulmate.

Walking to my bedroom with him following closely behind me, "don't do anything stupid." Rolling my eyes as I sat down at my desk and began writing my last letter to Gojo.

Dear Satoru,

I'm sorry, but I won't be here anymore, in this life, and it breaks my heart to think about you. I'll be leaving you behind, and I know you'll be in pain but remember that I'll be in your heart forever. I love you so much, Gojo.

This is embarrassing, but I dreamed of our future together. What would our children look like? When would you propose? How I'd plan our wedding? I thought of it all because you were my future.

But that's being taken away from me. Right now, my brother has a knife to my throat as I'm writing this, and there is nothing I can do. I don't know what happened to him, but he will kill me soon.

That is why I'm writing this letter. Thank you for teaching me the realities of loving someone instead of relying on my fantasy. Before I met you, I thought love would be full of happiness and joy; however, now I know there are bad times.

I shouldn't have had such a high expectation for my soulmate, but I did, and you were definitely the opposite of it. Mr Gojo Satoru, the playboy that never seemed to settle for one girl. We were so different, but we were soulmates for a reason. You showed me a love full of laughter but also pain.

We had our ups and downs, and I'm sure we would have had many more. Will you carry on seeing other girls? Or will you still be loyal to me even now? Whatever you choose, I hope you are happy in a life without me. You were the only man for me, forever and always.

I love you, Gojo Satoru.

From (Y/N)

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃